All Nature Sings
by Franci Hart
The Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago is brimming with thought evocative exhibits ranging from jewels and precious stones to displays about different cultures, animals and plants. My favorite, though, is the exhibit “Evolving Planet.” This massive exhibit narrates the evolution of our earth and the development of life on earth. A center piece of “Evolving Planets” is the massive skeletal remains of the T.Rex, Sue. The grandeur of Sue is awesome. Yet, more important are the microscopic cells that divided and eventually became life.
As usual, I left the museum with a renewed appreciation of our world. The plants, even weeds, took on a new significance because I could see that they were part of a creative plan. Butterflies flitting from flower to flower, birds singing, even trucks honking are part of our wonderous world.
Author of poem Maltie Davenport Babcock, written in the 1800s.
This is my father’s world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my father’s world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker’s praise.
This is my father’s world
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my father’s world
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet.
“The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man.”