The  Rooster

The dark, calm almost eerie stillness just before the dawn begins filtering it's way up from the horizon.

It's the period between the death of a night and the birth of a new day.

The nightlife has scurried for cover and the day life has yet to stir about.

It is as if a decision has to be made every 24 hours as to whether a new day is to begin

or the death of the night is to continue forever ending all of everything as we know it.

The small birds seem to be the first to know of that decision.

Slowly, softly and cautiously they begin to whisper to their mates.

The stars are fading out one by one.

All life, it seems, leans to look toward the eastern sky.

Ever so slowly a pink haze floats up from the horizon.

The leaves begin to rustle slightly.

Life begins to make it's first movement of the day.

The pink haze has now risen half-way up the sky from the horizon.

Then suddenly there appears a brilliant golden beam of light shooting up into the sky.

The birds' whisper become a shout and the rooster gives his celebration song!

'Awaken world, we are blessed with another day!'