The summer sun rises early, slowly rising because of the sleeping forest. The red-orange ball casts splashes of thin, sunny rays in the sky with bright colors. The tops of the trees start to pour with emerald-malachite waves, swaying in the light, morning wind by the sea breeze.
Curious, sharp rays pierce every crack of the forest thicket. Bushes of bushes come alive with a bird’s homon. Here, the wake-up clerk, having cleansed his feathers, begins to pull the fir cones with a hooked beak, loudly urging them to treat their brethren. Motley hoopoe ran over the fallen needles in search of breakfast. Various small ptahs joined him, fussing and food without stopping. The family of woodpeckers monotonously zadolbilo on rough stems, flickering their red berets. The cuckoo was bored, the magpies cracked, the eagle owl.
The sleeping forest woke up completely and stretched, dropping the remains of the morning dew from the elastic leaves. In the dense thickets of bushes rustled sharp-nosed hedgehogs, trying to find out what to profit. The red squirrels snatched fresh cones with tenacious paws and, sitting on their shaggy, fir-like legs, as if on sofas, picked out the nuts from them. From the manifested zeal, the brush of squirrel ears was constantly moving.
The forest shook its leaves approvingly, looking from under the clouds, sailing with white sails in the turquoise sky, to its orderly farm. Mother herself Nature conducted this unique orchestra, performing a symphony, full of harmony of life.