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