The Open Sky Above

 

The open sky above,

And the music of the trees

Are all we need to live,

So fall down to your knees

And sing and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

 

Sing thanks for warm soft air

And silent scented blooms

The shivering sun that falls

In perpetuity.

And sing and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

 

Hear not the voice below

That rises through the leaves

It’s not for you to know

The gleaming truths we keep.

So sing and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

 

Now weep and weep again

Oh people of the trees

And turn to face the rain

That washes clean your pleas.

Now sing and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

 

Let go your goose-down dreams

That floated on the breeze

And seize the branch of truth

That rises through the trees.

Now sing and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

Sing, sing, and sing again, our sweet light harmonies.

 

SJ Butler