With the power of the Holy Spirit, every flower smells, the quiet wafting of aroma, the tenderness of color, the beauty of the Great in the small. Praise and honor to the life-giving God, who spreads out the meadows like a flowering carpet, who crowns the fields with the gold of ears of corn and the azure of cornflowers, and the soul with the joy of contemplation. Have fun and sing to him: Alleluia!