Sun Instigates a New Day

Warm sunlight saturated the meadow, lavishly spreading herself as far as she could. The day was waking up slowly, sleepily. She could see the reluctant silent livestock. An ambiance of country met her as she gentled the farm awake to the woods. She glistened off the leaves, the dew of the grass, and flecks of mica in a petrified rock. Farmer was the first one to emerge from the house, he headed straight for the barn. Sun knew his wife would be in the house, getting breakfast ready; she smelled bacon. She would add this to her monthly tales she always told to the east in a yarn. This feeling of silence and reverence of new daybreak always had sun a tiny bit shaken. The chickens came out from the barn squawking and gawking; this made her smile. The harsh sounds they made sounded frantic; they were kind of frightful. She shone her sun streams a bit further, they were now showing their radiant guile. Sun loved being the inspiration and instigator making a new day delightful.