Sunlight filtered through the treetops swaying way up high.
Rays of daylight shone so brightly as they lit the skies.
Dewfall dappled blades of grass that sheltered forest floors.
Forest creatures awaken slowly, basking in the springtime lore.
Chirps and tweets of songbirds' calls sound as they flit forth, to and fro.
Babbling of broad and brook sounds from a nearby creek below.
Warm spring breezes sweep across the vast lands of the open moors.
Rhythmic currents of the ocean drum as waves lap against the shore.
The cries of forest offspring rise as hunger fills their thoughts.
The welcoming green of the spring is favored over summer droughts.
A sapling of the forest pines warmly soaks up the morning's rays.
Times when snowdrifts filled the meadows now seem to look to further days.
The Song of the Forest chants its hymn as daybreak slowly arrives,
Calling all creatures out of their homes as it welcomes the dawning sunrise.
Creatures arouse from their dwellings, all witnesses to that which will be.
Hear the song of the waking forest. Hail Mother Nature as of here we are free.
