In between dawn and morning

It was the time,in between dawn and the morning.  Moon was gliding happily.The little bird entered the garden jumping from branches . It perched over a tender branch of pink flower bush and said 'wake up ,wake up.'

I was there plucking flowers.  I remained still like a tree. It was so little. It's Brown polished wings were gleaming with touches of red pink glow of early morning.  A host of parrots appeared from the south eastern corner of the sky, and  flapping their gorgeous green wings went towards the north west corner over my head. 

These all morning people,  I thought related to each other and have equal position before the eyes of Mother Nature whatever their size, shape or skills. Man is not the only child of God.