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The sun begins to rise as the moon, the darkness, and the stars retreat to the neighboring land. The birds fly overhead stretching and flapping their wings. The young ones shake off the tiny fringes of sleep they still have on their body. Below the fish move with the warmth of the water. Some come up to eat the strands of floating algae at the surface. Further away an anthill next to a freshly dropped ripe mango starts to see the scurrying little legs of many ants happily peeling away at the sweet juicy fruit. Sounds of a squirrel jumping from a branch to another. the feel of a cool breeze not yet heated by the sun, whose rays of light begin to cloak the day. More and more life starts to shake away sleep. There are those up in the mountains that are just coming back from a night of hunting. A jaguar lays down and goes to sleep. She looks so much like a huge house cat. Her paws look like the paws of a calico cat whose claws get stuck on a woman's laced dress. Above the cat, in the tree tops, sleeps a great gray owl. It's beautiful feathers covering muscles and talons used the night prior when it looked for food. The feathery body moves ever so slightly up and down as he sleeps, resting in preparation for another night. In the ground lays a tarantula in wait for it's next meal. It lies motionless, almost frozen. Fangs that look like miniature talons. It's furry, with black and reddish brown hairs on its back and legs. A grasshopper gnaws away at a leaf. A worm tunnels close to the hallway of the tarantula's hole. A tapir walks along the muddy jungle ground and leaves it's three legged footprint in the soil. It walks down to a pond, it drinks water, runs in and out of the pond just to pass some water on itself. In the distance the howls of monkeys announce the arrival of a new day. Underneath, a Chaya tree is being slowly infected with a sickness that leaves its leaves with spotted white marks. That doesn't matter to the three toed sloth eating some of it's leaves with slow chewing movements. Then something ran by the Chaya tree, it scurried and went into a hole in the ground. It could have been a possum, or an armadillo. Anyway it seems that life has woken up.