Is it not true that all of creation sings of the splendor of God?

God’s splendor is a tale that is told, written in the stars.

Space itself speaks his story through the marvels of the heavens.

His truth is on tour in the starry vault of the sky, showing his skill in creation’s craftsmanship.

Each day gushes out its message to the next, night by night whispering its knowledge to all—without a sound, without a word, without a voice being heard, yet all the world can hear its echo.

If all of creation is singing a song whose echo all the world can hear, is it not true then that all of creation has its own vibration?