Morning calls.

A new day.

It was like you were floating. Each snowflake a glimpse of light, like falling stars. 

It was like fairy dust fell upon the earth to lift the spell of the Sandman. 

Everything was still, silent, except for the Ravens that called morning. 

The small birds join in on the song as the earth began to wake, the Ravens in circles the little birds still in trees as they sing to the babies.

The trees had reached towards the burning sun, The few clouds had begun to leave.

the birds had become quiet as they had sunbathed in the light.

Author's Note

I just randomly wrote this on my way to school.

Reviews

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

It was good. A few improvements could be made with needed extra commas and "quiet" is actually preferred over "quieter" Crows are cool too, so you know. In myth, ravens represent feminine magick, and crows are vessels of wayward souls. Lemme know what you think.

Where ya from, anyways? You are intelligent, unlike most Americans. Unfortunately, I am American, lol. Talk to me....