My Friend

In the inky black, a bird softly sang his song. A couple more joined him. After a while, so many birds had joined in, that you would have thought that the entire realm of birds was singing the "Hallelujah" chorus in their language of squawks, chirps, and whistles. All at different rhythms with different tempos and keys, of course. They were warming up, like the orchestra before the curtain is drawn and the conductor makes his appearance to begin the show. They were preparing. 

Then, a hint of soft pink peeked out from the horizon and seeped into the sky. Then, a sliver of brilliance. The sliver slowly grew. As it grew, it touched more and more of its surroundings with it's golden fingertips, like a mother reaching out to comfort a child in the dark with the warmth of her touch. After a while, the sliver turned into a sphere of trapped fire, with the brilliance poured out over the horizon and touching everything in sight. 

It had been a long night. But, you looked out and knew. Here she was. Dawn had come. And, everything sang with joy at her arrival.