Sky Songs

One night last week as the sun was setting...

The clouds started to catch fire. I couldn't turn away. I stood there, mute and insignificant. I was waiting for a song to start, or a harp, or trumpets... Yes, it was that beautiful. 

Then a bird started singing a plainsong somewhere close by.

 A sweet and quiet sound as if it was purring, but with a melody.

Do you suppose it knew how beautiful the sky was? 

Do you think that the song was it's reply? 

Kind of a "Thank you."?

 The song was short... only one small refrain. 

Then it stopped.

And, as the world went dark,

  I was reminded that we do need

 to celebrate what's right with the world

 and that nature is always there to give us examples

if we watch for them... and listen.