The forest awakens and rubs the sleep from it's eyes. The trees, birds, insects and even the bats emerge from the arms of Morpheus in varying humours ready to start their day. One of the trees is enraptured and serenades his intended with some hastily improvised harp music whilst his friend orchestrates a chorus of chirping and the sunflowers present a perfectly choreographed dance. She's gracious enough, but having…