A gentle breeze flated across the grass, slightly caressing each of blade. The tiny hairs were wet with the morning dew. Tiny beads of water slinked down the green smooth suface of the grass blade. The trees too moved and lived as the grass did, swaying to life's beat. The meadow was quiet, in eager anticipation for the sun to awake from its peaceful slumber and cue the world.
The sky was crimson in the east; high thick clouds pushed on eastwards into the heart of the morning light. The clouds weree dark and dense. Their numbers were so great that it looked like one massive cloud. Their shadow crept across the meadow, hoping to sheild the world from the light, and keep it engulfed in the darkness a little while longer.
A light mist betan to fall on the meadow. It came down in a soft blanket, cooling and soothing to the touch. A short time passed and then a single, tiny ray peeked atop the hill. It cut through the shadow with its radiance. One after another rays rose above the top of the hill. The shadows withdrew in terror and pain as the sun awoke from its sleep, spreeding its wings outward to the world.
From the wood a tiny bird chipred his tiny voice to the sky, hailing to the new day. THe voice rippled through tht wood; and the single sound swelled and grew. The bird was then joined by a family of pudgy chipmunks whose tiny chattering teeth were nibbling on an acorn breakfast. THen the sound of rustling grass arose form the meadow. A pack of nomadic deer lept through the air with their powerul legs. Their graceful pose holding true. No hiesitatoin or doubt or worry followed them, only grace. WIth angelic movement they soared across the meadow grass and into the brushline of the forest.
The sky was crimson in the east; high thick clouds pushed on eastwards into the heart of the morning light. The clouds weree dark and dense. Their numbers were so great that it looked like one massive cloud. Their shadow crept across the meadow, hoping to sheild the world from the light, and keep it engulfed in the darkness a little while longer.
A light mist betan to fall on the meadow. It came down in a soft blanket, cooling and soothing to the touch. A short time passed and then a single, tiny ray peeked atop the hill. It cut through the shadow with its radiance. One after another rays rose above the top of the hill. The shadows withdrew in terror and pain as the sun awoke from its sleep, spreeding its wings outward to the world.
From the wood a tiny bird chipred his tiny voice to the sky, hailing to the new day. THe voice rippled through tht wood; and the single sound swelled and grew. The bird was then joined by a family of pudgy chipmunks whose tiny chattering teeth were nibbling on an acorn breakfast. THen the sound of rustling grass arose form the meadow. A pack of nomadic deer lept through the air with their powerul legs. Their graceful pose holding true. No hiesitatoin or doubt or worry followed them, only grace. WIth angelic movement they soared across the meadow grass and into the brushline of the forest.