The morning comes gently, sun barely risen above the tree line and birds just waking, unfurling their heads from beneath their wings. The wind is easy and soft and with its current, the leaves bend and sway with a sussurous call for all living creatures to rise and join the day.
The flowers open and reach towards the sun, the drops of dew slowly dissolve from the grasses and the crickets and tree frogs retreat to darker safety and trade their chirps and buzzing for silence.
A new day with new sounds, sights and smells waiting to be experienced. The morning is a magical time, ripe with possibilities hanging in the air.