My ears twitch, nose wrinkles, and dawn is approaching. The birds are chirping, singing, a choir of melodies. I stretch, yawn, stand and greet the sun. No hint of rain or snow as I kick, cautiously thumping over the trodden ground of my home. It is time to feed, nibbling on the long grass dancing in the pink morning dew. It is a day for work; my quest will not complete itself. There is more to discover here - deeper caverns to dig - and I know that within them lies the truth. It is here, close at hand; the harder I work, the greater the excitement. I am so close, creating and discovering the truth of it all. A yearning for knowledge, a curiosity unsated as the day draws to a close. Night is coming and I know I must stop. Regret pulls at me from within and I feel it slow. The sky is orange, the stars are coming soon as the flowers have closed their petalled eyes. I am satisfied, appreciating the accomplishment before me. It is time to sleep and nestle in for the night, listening to the rising sounds of the crickets and frogs, a symphony to lure me into dreams. A job well done, another day gone, and visions fall upon me of endless greens and wide azure skies.