Daybreak

Silent, cold, misty-grey, creeps upon us suddenly falling out of darkness comes the dawn. Fresh breeze blowing, earth wet from the dew, grass with drops of water and leaves that fell from trees. All these little signs say welcome to the dawn. Birds are singing, and wind hisses over behind the mountains, an orange-blue, yellow sky, for the sun just barely shows filling the place with beauty. Daybreak has come.