Bushes and trees rustle with songs and flutters of waking birds.
Screeches and trills of the night fade in the last moments of darkness.

Nocturnals and diurnals alight in treetop way stations
Crossing paths as they make their way to roost
Or complete their morning ablutions before beginning their search for food.

As the east announces itself, I revel in the beauty of another day’s potential.

Another beautiful sunrise

NaPoWriMo Day 2