Morning is coming.

We know because

the night doesn’t feel so heavy.

The air has

sparkly weightlessness

as bit by bit

the sky changes

from Midnight blue

to glowing yellow,

and pink around the edges

of the horizon.

Dew forms on

the grasses and flowers.

The scent of freshness

rises up to our noses.

Birds awaken

and begin

their daily hunt

for seeds, bugs and berries.

They scuffle over

whose food and territory

this is.

Chirps and squawks

get louder as

the first misty

rays of light

reach out above

the edge

of the land.