Early Rays of Dawn

It is still dark. But the varigated calls of the birds is a choral production. Their songs break the silence of the night ending. Blue-grey rays of light far off on the horizon creep. The air is still cool. The twinkle of the dew drops hang off blades of grass. An unsuspecting grasshopper springs only to become a robin's breakfast. Pink, orange and yellow artfully line the skyline. The sun peeps its sleepy head over the hilltops. A slight breeze tickles the budding leaves and blooms. The air is rich with chlorophyll. Soft, golden beams of sunlight travel through my window onto my sleeping face. Comforting warmth. I open my sleepy eyes....