Nights as cold as ice,
Frosting breaths, chilled noses,
Inhaling and exhaling seemed like a feat,
Skies were starry,
No sign of the moon,
Cold sand caressed my feet...

I wondered about the creation tonight,
Gentle in some places, in other's, full of might...

Fire, sparks, embers,
Warming our hands in their heat,
A short respite from shooting cold,
Swaddled in blankets and watching them burn,
Until the howling wind got bold...

I wondered about the creation tonight,
The desert today was a beautiful sight...

Perfect is Your creation,
Full of so many attributes,
Who was it that spread the canvas of darkness?
And then sprinkled over them stars like snowflakes...
Who was it that created the fire,
That destroys at times and give life at times...
Who was it that made the sand so fine,
Hot in the day and chilling in the night?

I wondered about the creation tonight!
And the perfection of the Creator, in his creation, was shining bright...