Nature is a Temple

יַעֲלֹ֣ז שָׂ֭דַי וְכָל־אֲשֶׁר־בּ֑וֹ אָ֥ז יְ֝רַנְּנ֗וּ כָּל־עֲצֵי־יָֽעַר׃ 
יְהַֽלְל֣וּ שְׁמ֣וֹ בְמָח֑וֹל בְּתֹ֥ף וְ֝כִנּ֗וֹר יְזַמְּרוּ־לֽוֹ׃

The fields will be jubilant and everything in them 
all the trees of the forest will sing with joy. 
Praise His name with dancing
sing with tambourine and harp.

Psalms is poetry, in the richest form. I hear the music of rushing leaves and remember the magic that was alive to me in my childhood. For me, it seems natural that the words of King David should be interspersed among the branches of this forest, full with the palette of autumn, for it speaks of the transports of the senses and the soul. Multi-sensory experiences (especially those of children) - the soft shake of the tambourine, the smell of fresh earth, the caress of a warm breeze - are richest. I believe that art, as well as nature, allows us, like the woman in this forest, to rise above our mundane lives in an experience that is both fully sensory and spiritually uplifting. 

*Psalms 96, Psalms 149