It is still dark time,
about one hour ago of the sunrise.
The birds to live in the camping ground
sometimes begin to sing all together.
When a woodpecker begins the drumming,
we will surely wake up.

But if I sleep again at this time,
I miss the shutter chance before the day break. The weather is surly good in this case.
Anfortunately, if I could not win to my sleepiness, I will wake up by either following sound again.
The wind that shakes trees, the snore from the next tent, and the sound of preparing breakfast.

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