The air is freshest then, the earth sweetest. The flowers preen themselves after their bath of dew, and stand erect with rare self-assurance, proud of their bright clean colours.
The birds are happiest in the morning, and most lively then. They dart across the path before you, wheel and soar above the trees, swoop unerringly to their nests.
They chatter and chirrup and sing in unending chorus, blithely contented and gay, and so very very glad to be alive.”
