The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Isaiah 40:6-7 6 A voice says, "Cry out." And I said, "What shall I cry?" "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. 7 The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass.