As it waves in its mood,
tenderly, God is loving me well.
As it nurture by the rain drops,
seriously, God is loving me well.
As it cleanse by the storm,
swiftly, God is loving me well.
As it still under the Sun or at night.
dignifiedly, God is loving me well.
As it wither for the root,
deeply, God is loving me well.
As it cut by man,
usefully, God is loving me well.
As it waves by the wind sister,
friendly, God is loving me well.
And sometimes a bird or butterfly or beetles fly by,
says, God loves me too.
And rest the dark little things may ask God,
why, what, how are You.
And the tree applies,
God love me too well, 
I grow endless endly with you all.
And the person end up sketch his pen saying,
God I love You as well.