(prompt: 'beginning' 1/1/2021)

The early rays of New Year creep over faraway hills, lost in morning mist.

Silence is absolute... of humankind, thankfully.

But trees are filled with birds singing their joy of Life for yet another precious day beginning.

They understand its value.

"Morning World," a calfie bellows to anyone listening, then turns to its mother with a crucial  question—

"Is it breakfast time, Mum?"

She murmurs the reply of mothers of every persuasion,

"Isn't it breakfast time all the time?" but her voice is a smiley rumble.

She embraces her two adoptees as willingly as her own.

While they sleep on.