I shiver at the cold, and wonder at the beauty. As the sun kisses the earth, life starts its duties. A rustle in the grass, the shaking of a tree. The first sounds of the birds, when it's light enough to see. The dew is sparkling, clear and cold on the ground. A butterfly quietly exercising, ready to do its rounds. A light crisp breeze refreshes the tired feeling. Must be pigs down in the creek, the young ones are grunting and squealing. I savour the morning freshness, what a wonderful time of day. When man and animal are equal, you can almost here them say G'day. The distant thumping sound of a wallaby, as he heads down for his morning drink. The most beautiful thing ever witnessed, would have to be a morning in the bush I think.