Each one is disappearing, it's hard to understand
That once they have fallen and landed on the ground
Their mission is ended they're nowhere to be found
Breathe in the universe's breath of fresh air
The atoms and molecules are echoing God's care
Without ever seeing them creating the breeze:
The oxygen and hydrogen are ready to please...
The hands of the Omnipotent is orchestrating all:
Encouraging, uplifting: the great and the small
From morning to evening and in the quietness of night
The wish of the Creator is to give us delight.....