It was cold,

It was dark.

All were scared,

Not knowing what's to come.

Every creature,

from bug to lion,

was silent in mourning.

Not a merchant yelled,

not a single breath of wind blew,

not a church bell rung unmuffled.

A day passed,

then another,

and on the third;

it all changed.

The rock was broke,

the tomb found empty.

The light,

the sun,

the warmth,

the joy returned.

Every animal,

every piece of Earth,

sang their own song of rejoice.

He had arisen,

and all knew it.