16 May
2022
16 May
'22
3:10 a.m.
In the morning, the sun bursts over the horizon, and sunbeams begin filtering through dancing leaves at forest edges, casting shafts through misty rising dew. The pansy knows. They have been waiting with baited stoma, pulling water up from their roots, taking breaths of air. The sunbeams begin striking the leaves of the pansy, a kiss here, and splash there, and it tastes sweet and so filling. The morning birds and squirrels share in the excitement, singing and chattering as the wind speckles everyone with dancing shafts of brightness through sparkling leaves. The pansy is in their home with their loved ones, and their day is only just beginning.