Faith is a Bird

The dark greenish black of trees.
The almost imperceptibly blue tinted mirror of a lake.
Last pin prick of white in the vastness of universe above.
A moment lost in complete silence, before the first call of a lark.
The moment, in which it is hard to believe day will ever come again.
And suddenly the horizon blushes crimson, turning everything into dream and nightmare at the same time.
Mouse and Racoon sat on two boulders in silence, each working on their own canvas.
For a moment neither had to fight.
For a moment their world was - finally - at peace.