I stand in a prairie field, waves of rolling yellow grass rippling beyond my vision.
A mountain stands in the distance, joyfully humming.
The trees of this field reach out their limbs to clap above the swimming grass.
The sky here dances to the tune, watercolors of vibrant reds, oranges, and purples, swirling together but resisting muddiness, maintaining vibrancy and individuality.
I start singing softly, joining the rhythm of my heart to the melody.
Slowly our voices strengthen, swelling.
Me. The mountain. The trees. The sky. And the grass. The rippling chorus.
Now we are belting our praise to God:
Thank you for this life!
For this eternal moment!
For color and song and breath.