The Hour Of Awakening

A deeper silence was born around Nature waiting for its awakening, a weary, discontent, wandering star gleamed with a scarcely light so murky and feeble; then dissipated itself in the faded, whitish blue; the blinding sun illuminated the dull, tired, moody moon in slow orbit... while the big, round sun irradiated it making it less visible: No curious vagabond questioned the wonderous unfolding! Suddenly the hidden larks began warbling their harmonic notes to whom was listening; they were the very first creatures to announce the hour of awakening that the faithless denounce.