Birds have so much to say in the morning. I’m not quite sure what they are doing. Gathered in the trees. Finding breakfast? Caring for their young? Or is it simply how they wake up, with lot’s of celebration and song? This is how we should all wake up–with life, with excitement, conducting the preparations that make us happy and centered for the remaining hours of the day. Maybe the birds are just for us, to remind us of the beauty of sunrise, and the life–big and small– that’s contained within it. To remind us that we are not the only ones on this earth that shares this consciousness, that shares life. That these tiny creatures of flight share the pain of suffering and the joy of song.