The Day.
It was a great and unspoilt world. No one species reigned supreme over the others, nor did the indigenous creatures lay their beautiful world to waste.
Sunrise:
Long before the light came the songs of the multitudes of birds filled the cold night air. The clear light lingered a while, and for that time the plain was shrouded in the dim light of pre-dawn. Then the sun broke on the far side of the grassy plain in brilliant colors of red, orange and gold. And still the lovely birds sang their glorious songs.
The wind stirred the long stems of the yellow grass, as it always had, and always would. The taste of the fresh air rose in the nostrils of the animals and birds, and stirred their spirits to fuller awakening, and awareness of the glories and beauty of their world.
The sun rose slowly, breaking first in a deep furious red, which faded to a subtler shade of red, turning orange as it broke through the clouds on the horizon. Between the ball of fire on the edge of the plain, and the thin scattered clouds, the light beams broke through in shafts of light.
The orange sun rose ever so slowly, higher and higher, until it broke free from the horizon, and as it climbed the shades of its color varied, and the light became stronger and clearer on the plain below. At last the sun was well above the skyline, and the world was bathed in a clear bright light.
On the plain the creatures that inhabited it, had come fully to life. The insects scurried on the ground and in the trees, some flying in multitudes, not far above the ground. The ants went in search of food for their colonies, and different kinds of them were to be found thus engaged all over the world. The spiders spun their silky webs in the trees, to catch the flies and other flying insects that made good prey. The surface of the world, and its plant life, were teeming with insect life. They flourished in this bountiful world under the hot yellow sun.
Small rodents like mice and rabbits, foraged in the undergrowth in search of roots, and other edible vegetable matter. They were always on the look out for carnivorous canine predators, who were their worst enemies. Antelope herds flocked together at the watering holes in the early morning to gain sustenance for the long hot day. As they drank the would occasionally glance up, and around them, flicking their ears about. They would test the sound waves traveling on the wind, for any dangerous predators, lurking in the undergrowth.
And there were almost always predators in the vicinity, lurking in the undergrowth, ready to pounce and kill. Strong and brutal cats, fast and deadly. And above them all, in the air and the branches of the trees, were the multitudes of birds, each kind singing their own beautiful song. A cacophony of glorious and beautiful song. They flew high above the plain and surveyed the marvelous world, giving an occasional squawk or cry of approval, at whoever had created this great world.
And the sun climbed slowly higher giving more light to the world, until the it shone mightily above, and it was the fullness of the day.
The Day.
The sun shone brightly above the whole long day. Below it, in the sky above the plain, the clouds floated lazily by in the warm air currents.
The antelope herds grazed on the long yellow grass, and kept a weary eye out for predators who were always on the prowl in the bush. The birds flocked the skies in a multitude of variety. Their songs and cries filled the air.
The insects buzzed and crawled on the surface of the great world, and some of them flew about with their purpose. The butterflies fluttered among the beautiful wild flowers, in search of their life giving nectar, as did swarms of wild bees and wasps.
Large herbivorous mammals grazed on the tops of the trees, and these were so mighty that they lived in little fear of the mighty predatory cats that roamed the plains. They ate and migrated after greener pastures, and fresh water.
Their was a balance between all creatures, even those who ate and those who got eaten, for even each predatory creature had to die, and in turn became food for the others, even if it was just food for the insects and worms.
And so the lives of the creatures of the mighty world was perfectly in balance under the warm yellow sun, and in the end that was where all these creatures received their lives, and where they all gained their sustenance from.
And still the sun shone brightly above as it had for ages untold, and the creatures flourished below, and life was marvel within itself, and a glory for all who lived in it, to behold.
The sun shone through the long day, brightly and warm. The sun shone with beauty, majesty and inspiration, and the world was paradise. The world was a paradise under the warm yellow sun.
As the day progressed and finally drew to a close, the sun settled high above the opposite horizon from which it had rose, and still it burned brightly.
Sunset.
Slowly the sun started to settle on that further horizon, the world grew slowly cooler, and the light began to wane. The world was still alive with bird song. They were starting to sing their last songs of the day.
They said farewell too it as it slowly started to sink down on the farther skyline. And as it was going down it gave its hues of brilliant orange and red again, the one shade of the color blending momentarily into the next.
It threw brilliant shafts of light through the thin clouds once more, and before it sank from view it was a brilliant deep and glorious red once more. Then it disappeared behind the far blue mountains, but still the light lingered faintly in the early evening.
The nocturnal birds, mammals and insects came out for their quest for food during the long night. The inhabitants of the day settled down for their nights rest.
And slowly the last rays of light were replaced by darkness, and the world was shrouded by night. Above the stars shone in majesty, and the moon beamed brightly, as the wind stirred the clouds below.
