I'm sitting here in the pitch black dark. Feeling only
my feelings and the rustic, ancient hardwood bark at my back. Leaning on the moment when a breath of life is
blown into a new day. Patiently waiting on the glimpse of the distant horizon, and its haze of orange that intensifies with the speed of a snail, a new day soon will be born.

"But almost suddenly", as nature's alarm clock goes off.....the rustle of the dry,brittle leaves on the ground signal the first to awaken. Maybe a bushy tailed squirrel seeking a tiny morsel for her young elicits this noise. Or maybe the orange breasted robin,
scratching around in the foliage for a morning worm.All
the activities are centered on beginnings....moments pass, then suddenly as if the musical conductor waves
his baton, the crickets begin their cadence in unison.

Not yet visible, but I hear the swish and the swoosh of the night owl seeking her last meal before retiring. Then seconds later, the whipperwills begin their chorus, only to awaken the morning sparrows, whose flutter in and among the bay thicket only serves to awaken others.
What began gradually intensifies, in a great symphony, and the forest comes alive as the westward sun now casts an eye blinding ray thru the leaves toward the horizon.

You somehow know it's daylight when the final member of the chorus, the crow, cawes, only to receive a response from his peers.

Then the sounds intensify as if all the newly awoken creatures of nature are in unison yet clashing and competing for the lead solo. Their calls yield the effect of celebration of a new day, and even the wind gives way to their chant.

Almost as abruptly as it all began at some point earlier in time, suddenly all the sounds cease in a reverent stillness and quite. It is almost as if all the animals, birds, and insects are in a prayer of thanksgiving and reverence for a few moments.

This signals what is and will always be, "The Moment In The Morn".