The first hint of the dawn brings a stirring within the trees on the edge of the forest. The rest and slumber of the darkness comes to a timely end as stomachs rumble, and the search for sustenance awakens within each creature.
Eyes peer inquisitively at the skyline taking in the colour of the dawn, the red tinge hinting of a warm day.
By now the birds are chirping to one another, in their respective flocks they chat as if every second is of great importance. The deafening racket of their conversation drowns out the soft mutterings of the furry creatures who creep along the tree branches watching below for breakfast when it breaks the cover of the leaf-litter.
Now is the time when the forest spirits take their leave. They have looked after the night as the forest in all its forms have rested, and now they dissolve into the landscape.
The hustle and bustle of the forest takes over, the quest for survival is revived, the pecking order of life reinforced as an eagle swoops and takes first pick of the days delicacies.