Almost a poem…
Kaponi awoke, and with him woke the dawn. A sweep of his arm swept away the stars — and, as he stretched, so too stretched the first rays of the morning sun. A soft grunt became the crashing of the ocean waves upon the shore, and the music of the songbirds. His heavy breathing, the sighing of the wind through forest and the babbling of mountain streams. He rose, and with him rose the animals of the wood.