Birth of Day

The darkness lingers...

Running low into the valleys...

Trying to extend the night just a little longer.

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The sky promises different,

Shedding glimpses of color between clouds

to which the forest gives birth.

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Birds change their songs… some seek refuge for the day…

Others flutter from tree to tree… awaiting the warmth of the sun…

announcing its imminent coming.

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Bare feet of children do their morning dance… chasing the chickens and dogs…

Running down muddy paths with empty jugs…

Climbing back up tired with the weight of fresh water.

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The crackle of fires throughout the mountain…

The smell of fresh coffee simmering in large cauldrons…

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The gentle thump of the Pilón…

heartbeat of a people welcoming another day…

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Announcing to their God, Yes Lord, we’re still here….waiting... watching...hoping…for what you bring us this day.