In the darkness
the guiding radiant light of the sun
fades from sight in a burst of glory
In the darkness
the fragrant, vibrant flowers close up their luxurious petals
In the darkness
pinpricks of light gleam through the sable cloth of the heavens at night
In the darkness
birds, mice, deer, life goes to sleep
and those that don’t, are prey for the predator
In the darkness
there is hunting to be done
In the darkness
the moon replaces the sun as our guiding beacon
except the moon is more a fickle creature
here one night
and changed the next
and gone the other
pock marks on its visage
and yet the moon only pretends to light our way
for its illumination is of false pretenses
In the darkness
everything seems a little more mysterious and dangerous and wondrous
In the darkness
However, on the other side of the world
there the sun’s luster waltzs amoung the milky white clouds
there the birds fly across the bright cerulean heavens
there their euphonious melodies can be heard on the earth below
there the mighty, verdant trees sway in the gentle breeze
there life lives
In the darkness life lives, but in only a different way
A very nice, enjoyable read. I like it very much!
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In the darkness is where imagination lives (and sometimes gets the better of us!)
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Beautifully written.
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