Poetry for the Mind, Heart, and Funny Bone

I watched the bushes yellow
To look like living gold.
None chatted with its fellow,
Yet what a tale they told.
I saw the leaves a-budding,
And in each verdant shoot
The liquid life was flooding
So eloquently mute.

The sun above was shining.
It uttered not a sound.
A vine was toward it twining
In silence from the ground.
A cloud like cotton candy
In quiet seemed to sigh,
"Come drift today. It's dandy
Against the azure sky."

I strained my ears to listen
But didn't hear a word.
I wish some power might christen
What then to me occurred:
No voice is really needed
To speak in praise of God.
As though my thought was heeded,
I saw a daisy nod.