A World of Light

We came out from our shadowy depths
Into a world of light
A place where yellow snow
Falls on the ferns below
A place where the wattle trees
Are continually caressed by a sun shower
Constantly falling to the sound of happy serenity
It was there where we, a creature of darkness
Felt out of place, like a blot of
Ink on a white canvas
But, at the same time, it was there where we
Felt at home.