32.

The Ambaram

Morning arrives faster when the golden rays of a rising sun ride the horizon. With its racing light, the hue of blue scatters in the once-obscure and moonless sky.

The thick fog covering the atmosphere profoundly starts to thin with the gust of filtering morning breeze. Birds in the tiny nests, birched on the higher branches raise their necks higher, uncurling themselves, increasing the surface area, and gently ascend from their protected eggs or the barely alive young ones. Their beaks parted to scream out the joy of dispersing night and beady eyes measured the limitless sky before they spread their wings and launches at the wide-open blues grazed with golden highlights. Their courage was both admirable and inspiring as they flew out of their warm nest in the crisp sky to taste the freedom and search for the meal. Their tiny bodies glide in the air effortlessly as they chirped the melodious song of a new day, awakening the asleep nature from its slumber. Their song fills