Innumerable songs sang by the birds echoed through the morning breeze. The sky was a farrago of colors ranging from pink to purple to a variety of blues, and dark silhouettes of birds flew across the empyrean. The trees, beginning from the periphery of the forest to deeper within the region, were waving their branches to deeper within the region, were waving their branches to the rising sun in the cool breeze.
The flowers on my potted plants, too, were reaching out to the forest. The sun, only visible as a glow in the distance, was sending out a streak of light from behind the mountains to claim its presence, and it painted both the clouds and the blanket of snow on the mountaintop gold. The breeze blew across my face, as I watched the orange orb of the sun claw its way above the horizon.
The moon, meanwhile, stood as a crescent shadow between the translucent clouds. The gradually increasing light illuminated the crystal-like drops of dew on every pine, every fir and every blade of grass, all of which were whispering along to the along to the choir the birds were singing, as the sun rose for its turn to rule the sky, and the twilight moment faded away and dissolved into the bright, now-blue sky.
May, 2024
