and the light has not reached the sky. The lightening bugs still fly, showing their beacons of romance, saying I am the best.
I sit quietly on the porch and wonder why I have chosen to greet the day so early.
The cry of the whippoorwill echoes in the early morning darkness, bringing to mind the first time Dad showed me a nest with the mother at home. The real bird did not match the beauty of its song.
The frogs are quiet this early, I guess they have tired of their songs of glory, perhaps they are resting for the greeting of the dawn.
I see no stars, so the rain must be coming, only the lightening bugs still dance against the blackness of the night.
Roosters are crowing in anticipation of the dawn. Are they practising for daylight or do they just love the sound of their voices in the still of the morning?
My mind is full of questions as I listen to the predawn day. Maybe I should not ask questions but simply enjoy the coming of it.
This is my time of morning, though I seldom have time to truly appreciate it. It is a time of a new beginning, the backdrop of a blank canvas that will paint itself and will change its scenes through no influence of mine. I hear the sounds and imagine the beautiful picture that will present itself as the light seeps into the night.
The farm animals are quiet, except for the prideful roosters, and have no idea their provider sits, hidden, enjoying the time before another day begins.
At the computer, I enjoy a song that has touched me. If you have time, listen...many times there is a message in music...we just have to listen with our heart.
Enjoy the beauty that is your day.