A pink sunrise caresses the earth with trembling yellow fingertips. A lonely howl of a wolf echoes through the crisp morning, a howl awaiting a voice that would never return. Timid tears dance across faces and the morning sun, like flowing water, lets her light seep into the tired terrain. The flowers release their hold on reality and life blooms into a rainbow. Trees whisper the name of the sun and white rays of happiness cuts through the dirt on their lips. Birds open their throats to greet the new day, letting their yellow notes vanish into the awaiting sky. Green drips from everything, staining the world with the brightness of life. But then the sun begins to vanish. A dark blue chases it away, letting the world fall slowly back into a silent sleep. And the day ends like a single note flying from a lonely flute in the middle of an empty orchestra.