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The sun rises slowly over the mist-covered meadow
like a conductor mounting his podium.
Its soft rays shine a muted light down upon the
dew covered grass below.
A single chirp of a songbird echoes across the meadow
and then silence.
Resounding silence.
But like a symphony, the first movement is over.
The pace picks up as the sun slowly rises higher.
The wind through the trees.
An ensemble of birds.
The buzz of various insects as they begin the days work.
Children’s laughter fills the air, tying together the movement,
raising the tempo to a frantic pace.
But the children go home,
and the bees fly away,
and slowly the wind too calls it a day.
A single chirp echoes through the meadow,
and then silence.
Resounding silence.
The sun too calls it a night.
Slowly stepping down from its podium above the meadow.
But the symphony will continue past this intermission.
A new conductor is mounting its podium in the east.
Getting ready to commence the symphony of the night.
like a conductor mounting his podium.
Its soft rays shine a muted light down upon the
dew covered grass below.
A single chirp of a songbird echoes across the meadow
and then silence.
Resounding silence.
But like a symphony, the first movement is over.
The pace picks up as the sun slowly rises higher.
The wind through the trees.
An ensemble of birds.
The buzz of various insects as they begin the days work.
Children’s laughter fills the air, tying together the movement,
raising the tempo to a frantic pace.
But the children go home,
and the bees fly away,
and slowly the wind too calls it a day.
A single chirp echoes through the meadow,
and then silence.
Resounding silence.
The sun too calls it a night.
Slowly stepping down from its podium above the meadow.
But the symphony will continue past this intermission.
A new conductor is mounting its podium in the east.
Getting ready to commence the symphony of the night.