In Tune

I heard the Sun whispering, “wake-up,” into the ear of Nature amid cheerful musical greetings from avian performers, and weary creatures stirred paying homage to the first rays of light. A sauntering neighbor with a grizzly disposition sniffed the air as wild blueberries nearby captured by a ray of sunshine shuddered, and coldly accepting their fate, they were overcame. Chattering banter could be heard as persnickety high-rise purveyors eager to fill their larders impatiently reminded all that their stores were empty darkness. Further on, where meandering streams converged sharing fluid gossip, spindly legged darlings under adult supervision timidly sipped refreshment while admiring their yearling faces and all was well.