[ WP ] Everyday 10+ humans must die so the sun can rise again , but humans do n't know this .

Death stood on the edge of a meadow cradling its' latest soul. It was barely before dawn. A risky move, all things considering. The world seemed to be holding its breath, waiting. 
 
 The symphony began as it usually did. The sky lightened to a dusky blue. The mountains, covered in snow this time of the year, turned a pale pink. Then slowly, almost shyly did the sun rise. The sky turned brilliantly gold and pink and purple in greeting. Snow twinkled and reflected the morning light. Birds started singing to one another, telling each other that the sun had returned once more. 
 
 The soul in Deaths' arms vanished into the morning mist with a sigh. Death dropped its arms, regarding the scene. The earth was waking up as the sun rose. Snow will melt away soon enough, leaving the bright green grass and the promise of spring and *life*. 
 
 A new scroll appeared and Death unrolled it with a sigh. His job was never finished and he hoped it never would.
