“And even the sun in dawn chorus sings,
a celestial melody to the earth below.”
I’ve never been able to fathom why they call the rising of the sun “daybreak“…”morning has broken“, for there would seem to be nothing amiss in this morning’s beautiful dawn. The sky was briefly washed with a brush dipped in gold — fifteen minutes later, snow flurries danced in the air.
This mourning dove (below) seems to have situated himself so he has the best view of this celestial melody. How wise he is.