Some people believe

That black is not a color

That it is the absence of light

Of life

I used to believe that

Until I learned about the creation of the universe

It was so very dark

No stars

No planets

No galaxies

Just blackness, the empty void

That made me realize

Black is its own special color

It is our creator

Our beginning

Our ending

Our fear

It is a symbol all its own

Of many things

That we take for granted

Such as our very existence

As life

As entities

As beings of this beautiful universe

In this big, black, empty world of ours