I wrote this one day when I worked at Rolling Hills Zoo back in the early 90's. I was checking the pastures at sunrise this day:
In Genesis we read the account of the Creation of our world; and I think "Wow! What it would have been like to have been there" and then I have a day like today, and I realize I AM there! Each day is a new creation with it's new light and new life.
It's a spring day, around 9:00 a.m. and I begin my check of the pasture. The air is crisp after a cool night and the morning sunrise is just beginning to warm the earth.
Two camels come to greet me (actually to feast on the alfalfa I bring them), but there should be a third~ Jasmine ~a pregnant female, is missing. Across the pasture I zigzag, and then, on the crest of a small knoll-there she is, lying down. Next to her is her new baby-only minutes old-still unable to stand, kissed by the morning dew.
I approach as near as I dare, then kneel down in the field of prairie grasses and take in the sights and sounds of this new day.
The sun warms my back and catches the dewdrops clinging to each blade of grass, sparkling like diamonds scattered upon the earth. A light breeze brings the faint honking of geese on the pond, and I am at once surrounded by a chorus as bullfrogs croak and the trees fill with the songs of meadowlarks, robins and cardinals.
Gently Jasmine nuzzles her babe and he softly bawls a response ~ a new voice has joined the Creation Chorus.
~Angel, April 1994