I praise you, O Mother-Father Gaia,
in all your small things
In your uncurling miniature ferns
In your coin-sized frogs
In your water insects with oars that speed them
to the bottoms of the pools
I praise your ruby-throated hummingbird
and your snail the size of a grain of wheat
I praise the ants that clear out their burrows
within hours of the rain
I praise the emerald raindrops
caught in feathery moss
I praise your jeweled spiderweb
and its striped weaver
I praise the blue moths
decorating the air
I praise these two small hands
You have given me,
and these feet:
I will use them to serve you
and praise you
forever and ever
Amen.