Painting from God

Can you see the rock in where you stand,

And the moon which moves without a hand,

And the clouds which cry for the good of man,

So they may eat upon the fruits which grow on land,

Some are sweet and some are sour,

Some are sustenance and some are flowers,

But none will show the love and power,

Of God more than these walking towers,

Of men and women so how are,

You to see yourself as something less,

Than someone worthy to be loved and blessed,

So do not cut and do not grieve,

Do not let their words deceive,

Do not despair and do not leave,

The life in which you're given a station,

You're worthy of awe and contemplation,

A painting from God, His best creation