The wind streams through the top of the tall tree, shaking it's leaves in the pre-dawn light.
The Lord of Life rises slowly, illuminating the tops of things first with rich, warm light.
A loft of pigeons curves overhead on it's early morning flight.
The vegetation is starting to look withered & dry.
Tinting has begun.

Pink marbled skies.
A lone crow sits on the very top branch of a green tree, crying out his morning prayers.
The sun rises, and slips behind a veil of clouds.
Birds go about their business accompanied by song.
The dark blue sky before the night descends.