The Darkness Is Felled and Left By the Wayside

The darkness is felled and left by the wayside; left to grovel and spew its hatred and fear into the ditch of its own design. So the story goes usually at the end of all things. Pessimism had not won out in this case. Optimism has finally gained the upper hand. Cynicism becomes replaced with compassion. The clouds break apart. Their endless rain sheds its last tear. The nearest star bathes Terra Firma in its fiery light. The air is cool and crisp as it licks the colorful leaves away from the tree branches. A covering of the Earth's floor is formed to walk upon anew. The breeze whispers that the change has come, that revolution has freed the soul, opened the mind and made the way clean and clear.