For the taffeta rustle of the dry leaves song 

as the wind whispers through them.

For the tremble of far off spring in the catkins promise.

For the sea swell dance of the blue conifers

 For the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies.

For the beauty from our birth,

 Which over and around us lies.

  Gracious God to Thee we raise,

This our grateful song of praise.

This song accompanied on my walk this morning

Hope the Rutter setting below will bring you

 as much joy as it did me.

Blessings