Thousands of birds curve and soar in the sky above, like a rush of sound and colour they wheel to and fro interweaving their songs. The sky, a brilliant, deep blue fades into soft purples at the horizon as flocks weave in and out in giant loops of song. Their tiny hearts burst forth from within, with echoes of joy and praise, so heavenly I can only stand and watch.
The birds fly forth celebrating peace on earth at last, lending their praises to the creation bursting forth in splendor below, new buds, new beginnings.
Many come forth to watch their flight. Most not knowing what it means. It is creation’s celebration, the coming of the true millennium – “and the evening and the morning were the first day”.