Good Morning Mother.

I watched her awaken slowly as the night shadows left, lingering for their last moments to caress her form as they slipped silently away with the night.
With her awakening sighs the trees bowed their heads and reached out as if to embrace her beauty. Standing before her like young maidens with their discarded gowns fallen and draped around their feet. They stood before her in their new clothes of Spring; moving to show her the flawless colours of the attire that she had designed.
Their young slender arms now held aloft and the finery that adorned them shimmered and welcomed the warmth that her smiles of joy brought to them.
Life that had been held silent by the night awoke to see her and the rejoicing rang out through the air.
Whispers of wings and feet gathered to greet her and rest for a moment within the safety of her arms before leaving once more to travel the path that her smile revealed.
As I watched the awakening of our gentle and wise Mother I wished the Father of our night a safe and peaceful slumber.