The dawnThere was darkness and now there is light. As if proclaimed, the sun broke out triumphantly, warmed the earth, spreading its glittering tendrils to every corner of the world, and chased away the terrible night. As a symbol of joy itself, the rays chase away the last shadows that haunted the land. The night itself is the very epitome of pain, the essence of death and darkness, while the dawn is the bringer of hope, the emblem of new life and rebirth. Through the darkness that seems to prevail, the night whose darkness seems to never end, the sun once again manages to rise above the horizon and illuminate the planet with its glorious rays. My life, once bleak and sad, has experienced a dawn, which has filled my world with warmth and light and chased away the hazy, dark shadows. The austere and incessant night, which everyone knows all too well, cloaks the world in a dark and disturbing darkness, the darkness rolls in like a thick fog, cloaking the once powerful sun and all is calm. Night is by far the most solemn time of the day, with its gloomy darkness suffocating the life of the once vibrant day and covering it with its sorrow. As Shakespeare would probably agree in A Midsummer Night's Dream when Pyramus exclaims “O dark-looking night! Oh night of such black color! O night, who are always when there is no day", the night is the darkness of the day, which represents the death of the sun. When the sun is conquered the night becomes silent. There is only silence, a depression falls on the earth like a thick smoke that suffocates all life, there is only sadness and desolate loneliness. On some nights there is the moon, but on others the clouds cover what little light can shine from the "sun... in the midst of the sun." paper... and chase away my bad memories. I started to focus on the vibrant colors of my life, not the desolate darkness like before. I found hope and a reason to live, I also found strength in my life just when I thought it would never arise and that I would never recover. The night was banished from me as the sun chases it from the earth. The night may have once plagued my life, but the sun has exploded too and it warmed my cold existence, dawn is the best metaphor of my life Works Cited Shakespeare, William. A Midsummer Night's Dream. New York: Bantam, 1988. Print.Shakespeare, William. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Ed. Richard Hosley. New Haven: Yale UP, 1954. Print.Thornton, Jacqui. "Sunrise." Art Arena - Original paintings, creative literature and Persian culture. Poems of the world, 2000. Web. 12 December. 2011. .