Once upon a barren night
when the starless sky was as black as black had always been
and the sea was restless, forever listless
the trees breathed within the dark
their branches stretching and twisting,
growing and snapping
searching for the amber moon, always elusive.
Their wooden roots dug deeper
into the black, within the earth's suffocation
curling and feeling, blind.
This was all too silent and slow to be seen,
believed.
Life is created in the dark.
