It is a quiet morning so far, but soon it will wake.

The birds will start to chatter,

a rooster will crow and several more will answer.

Somewhere up the canyon a dog will start a conversation

which will last for hours and involve most of his neighbors.

The frog chorus will begin to practice for the spring recital.

As the night fades and pale light bleeds in from the east,

ducks will rise creaking from the pond,

wings churning the air.

But right now,

this moment,

only the murmur of a distant brook can be heard.