I arise to the sounds of the world around me.
Chickens peeping and crowing that it is morning.
Close your eyes and imagine that nature surrounding you.
You hear pitter pattering of feet as they head to the well and still the sun has not rose yet.
More voices are added as neighbors come and buy a small amount of sugar.
Sweet coffee and a piece of bread for breakfast.
The family has woken up and you hear a baby crying in the distance;
Then the sound of the men working in the field,
Now the other birds have begun their morning song.
Haitians singing with the birds gives joy to my heart.
It is morning in Haiti.
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