What goes down, must come up

I believe that instinctively all creatures would tend to reach for the sky or the heavens as its ultimate goal.  There is a force so compelling that even without understanding,  we are heaven bound.  In the same manner that plants follow the cosmic energy of the sun, our lives and habits have revolved around it and that darkness, even darkness is only a prelude to the birth of light. 

Light gives hope.  With the breaking of a new day, comes new life- an old new life even.

 The ritualistic setting and rising of the sun is a much photographed phenomena but little do we understand beyond its beauty that it is a key to understanding our life's journey.

As the roosters invoke the coming of a new day, so do little insects and plants.  The last of the dew drops hanging by the seconds know that his turn is up as the sun rises to rule the day.

 Light begets life.  It begets beauty. It paints colors and nuances.

  
It brings a smile.







Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother lizard,
And her little lizards eight,
"Bask!" said the mother;
"We bask!" said the eight,
So they basked in the sun,
On the old mossy gate.




always wear sunblock when basking dear lizzies!