The first golden rays of light cut through the ash-coloured sky shining the spotlight on a new day.
The chivalry or malice of the night is forgotten and the stars vanish into yesterday.
The primrose begins to blossom and glistens gracefully;the winds begin to bend the trees.
Every blade of grass trembles at the prodigious glow of the sun.
All eyes are opened.
Life reignited.
Colour restored.
The hindsight of the dark is realised by the delight of daylight making the world bedight.
Large white smudges on a light blue canvas.
The birds produce a symphony of morning cries;God's alarm clock.
Father time has a date with mother nature.
The Akatsuki is upon us.
