Faded light delicately touched the earths floor. As if to give it a good morning kiss, the winds flowed down allowing the ferns that littered the ground to tremble.

The forest breathed good morning to the small creatures that emerged from the depths of the trees, the burrows and nest that lay hidden. Each tucked away in spots only the they and the wind knew. Birds awaken and sing the daily gossip they ever so enjoyed, sharing all the little secrets they learned over the days.

Something else sturrs as a large figure makes his way threw the grove to the saskatoon berries that hang from the shrubs. Bear has arrived just in time for breakfast. The berries, (some ripe, some over ripe), reminiscent of the summer air that seems to be fading farther and farther with them as the autumn days grow closer.

At last the bear comes to rest. He stares up at the sky and sunlight seeps three the branches of the forest. Something close to a smile passes over his face as he takes in the beautiful day. The forest at last has awoken. At peace with itself and its inhabitants.