BEAUTY IN GOD'S WORLD: THE CLOUDS 



What of all the out-of-door things that you saw 

 last summer did you think the most wonderful or 

 beautiful? 



Was it the flowers with their beautifully colored 

 cups, opening one by one, where the bees steal in for 

 the honey, and the butterflies swing on the petals 

 and the humming birds sip the nectar from the very 

 bottom of the cups with their long bills? 



Or was it the humming birds themselves, the 

 daintiest and most beautifully colored of all the 

 birds? Did you notice the humming and whirring 

 sound that the wings made when the little birds were 

 hovering over the flowers and balancing themselves 

 while they sipped the nectar? And did you see their 

 glistening, golden-green or ruby-colored throats? 



Perhaps it was a bird's nest that gave you joy, — 

 a nest full of pretty eggs, and later, of little hungry 

 birds, which the father and mother birds could never 

 seem to be able to satisfy. Perhaps it was the songs 

 of the bu'ds in the early morning when their musip 

 makes the whole world happier. 



It might have been the woods that seemed wonder- 

 ful to you. Perhaps you went with your father and 

 your mother where the trees grew so thick and so 

 tall that they made deep forests where one had to 

 be careful not to lose his way, and where everything 



