As the dim, slate grey sky of morning creeps from the horizon
Whist birds cling yet to their roosts, waiting permission to sing
Listen carefully in the still air to the sound of dawn breaking
It is as real as you
Gentle zephyrs and eddies can be felt as birds and leaves start to stir
A low vibration hums electrically, almost imperceptibly in the air and through the ground
Light is changing, warming, as the first rays of the sun define individual clouds
A new day brings its promise to those who can look, listen and learn.