Beautiful Voice, sing to me once again
in this exquisite morning.
Slender leaves of the tall oleander rest
motionless, unable to follow the wind\'s demands
because of your song\'s enchantment.
Birds hang still in the air, wings extended
as if in flight, but halted in time by the
melody rising higher and higher into
the cloudless blue sky.
The echo of your song flows down from the
mountain, washing the valley in
joy and wonder. Deer and bear pause their
foraging, stand motionless in awe while
forests of pine and clusters of aspen
bow to the grandeur of this magical moment.
O Beautiful Voice, your song embraces the
depths of all being and we are breathless,
stunned into an astonishment of the sacred.
Sing! Beautiful Voice