Alborado

albarado del gracioso - morning song of the jester

The scene struck me a bit this morning; all the trees listening to the sun sing at sunrise (say that fast ten times!).

We take it for granted that trees don't talk and the sun doesn't sing and look upon with suspicion anyone who tells you otherwise, but we have no trouble spinning a tale or two for a grand daughter that each morning the trees wake up to the sun and watch it all day until sunset when they go to sleep for the night and that each morning they note that the sun comes up with or without clouds and in a very slightly different place - a giant yellow peek-a-boo game if you will.

I guess then the sun is a jester of sorts as you can't tell what he/she/it will rise up with him and what he will bring along during the course of his day.  The trees know first so perhaps we should ask them.