Sky-Tunes

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With the glories of sunrises and sunsets only the beginning—only the opening notes—the sky sings. It swirls with color, movement of wind and clouds, bird flight, starlight, moonshine. It prances with flowers, swaying moving shade trees, fluttering falling autumn leaves, snowflakes and drifting clouds. We flinch at lightning bolts in a rain storm and exalt over the arching colors of the rainbow afterwards.

The sky sings the songs of seasons. First, when spring comes with displays of apple and cherry blossoms, dogwood and magnolia against the blue. Summer comes with green suddenly reaching toward the sky. Fall gives us the colors of turning leaves and then winter shows us the shapes of limbs and branches outlined against the gray-blues and the sunshiny-blues of its shortened days.

Birds balance on telephone wires, barbed wire fences, and treetops sing—chirping, tweeting, calling into the blue. Geese honk in great “V’s” as they wing across the expanse. Clouds, flags, and wind chimes dance in the breezes. Raindrops, snowflakes, and glistening stars all add their voices and rhythms.

The earth-hugging heavens above us perform a multi-media art show with sound, lights, bright colors, movement and amazing spaces. The sky sings, the trees clap their hands, their branches dance, little children twirl looking up into the bigness where God writes His love for us. How can we resist joining in the music?

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The sky is filled with song. Come all and sing along.

c e hollis

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