I Am The New Day
Bidding the crisp blackness goodbye, the birds began to lazily chime.
At first light, the clouds stirred, lit only by the cool blue hue emit from the horizon. Nature celebrated an extended dawn, as the breeze rustled the trees from their slumber, as the cricket gathered a final swallow of dew drop, as the fawn took his first yawn. The melody flowering into serenade, promised a waking display for those patient enough to wait, patient enough to listen.
The clouds blushed as tint turned to glow.
Striations in various pastels crept deliberately from puff to puff, eager to display their gleam, ready to trumpet the sun's extravagant arrival, impregnated with vibrancies grievously unseen by the human eye. Commanding the ballad, birds joyously crooned a hymn invoking the day, their many voices overlapping blanketed the earth. Warmth hung in the air, heavy, a peaceful yet invigorating sensation.
Pallidity fading fast, clouds flushing with iridescence, the brightest star reached from it's seclusion and touched new skies, splashing like paint upon the billows. A crescendo of songs collide, the clouds curl with exotic saturation. Nature is stretching and breathing and hunting first meal as golden light caresses the land, steadily overtaking the shadows, drinking up the dew.
As life scurries about here and there, the birds are winding down. The earth is alive adorned by the sun's blazing stare. Dutifully satisfied, a soft, intermittent flutter of wings brings the song to conclusion. Launched from its former hiding-place the sun proudly beams in totality.
The transition, so enchanting, is fleeting.
It is day.
And the beauty of this day is the realization that it's mine, that graciously tomorrow I'll have another bestowed. And so, the beauty of this new day auspiciously illuminates my soul with such color,
yet such significance.