Dawn

Cool mountain morning.


Sunlight shining in slivers of pale gold,
promising the riches of the day.
Purple on the edges, begging the Dawn Chorus to start.


A rustle of feather on leaf,
A low warbled call,chirping a good morrow to all.
Inviting, warm as the light over head.


"Come feast, come play.", It calls


"Yes, let us break our fast,"
Shrilly echoes the movement in the trees.
Pleading vivaciously for all to join the sun in rising. 
"Let us waste the day away in merriment, joy, and love." 


And the Chorale grew in volumes as the world awoke to beauty and life.