If you don't love a floating cloud
That makes the sky a great painting
If you don't love the showers
That fall to embellish nature
If you don't love the dense web of trees
That build the roof for your rest
If you don't love the fragrant blossoms
That present world of beauty
If you don't love the white queen
That gleans with sparkling stars
If you don't love the bird
That sings the sweetest note for your delight
If you don't love the mountains
That stand tall and claim God's majesty
If you don't love the beggar
That cups his hands for his belly
If you don't love the orphan
That sighs in solitude all the day and night
If you don't love the wounded pegion
That entangled in your wire over the roof
If you don't love your parents
That groan at your each sob
And love you more than anyone in the world
You can ever love no creature.