Genesis

In the Beginning there was Desperation. And in that Desperation grew a Will for Change. It was a small, powerless thing, a whiter shade of pale, for it had never seen a ray of Light. It grew in the Pit of Depression, with not even the light at the end of the tunnel to shine on it - the Pit of Depression was sealed with a lid as tight as a lid can be, letting not even a glimpse of Light through. But the Will for Change grew anyway. White and fragile, it pushed it's way up the Pit, towards the lid. And it stuck its little white bare branches under the lid and it grew some more. Until the lid was lifted just a little bit, barely enough for a small pale ray of Light to find it's way through. It was a cold, dim ray, for it was a ray of Moonlight. There was a Night outside, a chilly April Night with a full Moon and a full sky of Stars shining bright. Not too bright to blind the little white Will for Change. It grew some more, getting new strength from the Light it had never seen before, getting used to the New World just at the edge of the Pit of Depression. And just as the coldest moment of the Day passed and the Dawn broke in the east, it was used to the concept of Light just enough, not to be blinded by the Sun, spreading slowly over the New World the Will for Change was just getting to know. It looked over the edge of the Pit of Depression and it liked the New World out there. It pushed open the lid and let the April morning Sun in the Pit. And it grew some more. It had Power now. The little fragile branches were getting stronger. And it grew Leaves. Little green Leaves. And it started to dream of Blossoms. Little yellow Flowers of its very own. Growing out of it. Into the New World outside the Pit of Depression. And the Will for Change liked that Dream a lot. And the Will for Change was not that small nor fragile anymore...