Standing Proud

The sky was that endless shade of azure blue. The sun was warm and bright...in spite of the late afternoon cooling. The air smelled and tasted like September.

I wasn't really looking....but there they were. A field of endless flowers  -  reaching and stretching and growing.

Arms by their sides. Faces turned to the sky. Hearts wide open. Standing tall. Standing proud. Standing confident and strong and free.

I watched as they nodded their heads and smiled. I marveled at their energy. In the quiet of that afternoon breeze - I believed in that moment that I could hear them singing.

With limbs intertwined and eyes uplifted - they sounded their voices. A sweet and deep familiar melody. And - then - I'm sure..yes - I'm quite certain - that I heard the sound of the world as it joined in and sang along.

Have you ever stopped to listen?