The gray sky waversBetween day and night.A distant train whistle blowsSkimming the solidity of the moment.Quiet again,The atmosphere is unreal.No movement,Other than the occasional rustleOf wind stirring leaves.A brave bird calls out,Unsettled by the silence.No reply.The heavens lighten,Until finallyThe sun appears,Smiling upon the world.The birds now begin to sing,A chorus of relief,All with the same message:The day has come.