Ode to my God

As I walk in my garden, watching as the tomatoes turn bright red in the sun. I am thankful to God. For I know God created it for me. I know that the fresh ripe red strawberries shaped like a human heart are all the proof that I need that God loves me. As I cut into huge watermelon and slowing bring it to my mouth, I think of God and all his bounty. Why do we question the existence of God. The red rose, the tulip and even the wildflowers are food for the mind. What purpose do the flowers have, say I? To make me happy, as happy as I can be. The cold snow as it falls from the sky, I dance and sing with the snowflakes landing on my nose and in my eyes. A snowflake, each one different inticate, delicate, with a lace like design. God created the snowflake just for me.