Montana's Song

Tonight the road roamed under a night sky splendid with stars.  The milky way shone with an icy brilliance as satellites silently traced their paths across the sky.  The grass lent its scent to the night air, giving it an earthy aroma.  The pines silhouetted against the starry sky added spice to the air. 

The road meandered by a small river and listened in as that swollen stream whispered its secret sorrows to the shore in the still places and roared out its joy at being a river in the rapids.

The road was joined by a brook, babbling as it made its way to the river, passing on the gossip from the icy springs and melting snows further up the mountain. 

A nearby campfire burned with joyful abandon, lighting up the trees and fields nearby in the excess of its exuberance.  The crack of the wood being chopped to give the flames life punctuated the river's monologue. 

Creation sings the Father's song.

Hallelujah! Let all creation stand and sing,

"Hallelujah!" Fill the earth with songs of worship;

Tell the wonders of creation's King.