Dawn over Darkness

The night-black landscape surrounded me,
silhouettes of black trees towering alongside the black fields and roads.
The soft stars had faded from the dark sky of the early morning,
leaving only a few brave ones to sparkle here and there.
It felt desolate and hopeless,
a lifeless deep that was neither blue nor black nor grey,
yet devoid of the magic of night.
There was no depth to it; only emptiness.
Yet, away in the east, just reaching above the black trees and rooftops,
there was a burst of color.
Light flooded into the sky
as it gently rose from peach to yellow to pale green,
and finally to light blue, which deepened and darkened
as it intensified upwards.
Back to the west,
the pale colorlessness stretched out,
waiting to be embraced by the new day.

The light of hope can be seen
if only one looks in the right direction.