12:00

The stars were all gleaming as the moon hung low
The night time was vibrant and the sky was aglow
A lonesome wanderer and a finely dressed crow
At midnight had began a conversation.
"There is something too simple in believing yourself."
Started the Crow with a sigh.
"Or at least that is what they have been trying to teach us."
"There are no more fantasies worth diving into
and all of the colors have faded passed shade.
Wouldn't you love to wake up in the morning to a whole new wacky world,
Where all of our worries were gone?
Where we all got along and sang for the moon and the tides and everything else that caught the attention of all our discovering eyes...
It is kind of like imagination!"
The Wanderer proclaimed.
"And this fairy tale world we have all dreamt up really holds no true meaning!"
Celebrated the Crow.
The Wanderer believed in thought and magic and friends
But least of all this world that he lived in
He was true to himself
He spoke with integrity of change because he saw the potential floating all around us.
"It is just the eye sight that needs to change...
Not the weather, nor the rain. We all need to look deeper for our colors... Because they are all there you know. If you choose to look far enough."
The moon had almost fully disappeared and the sun had begun to rise.
He shuffled his hat, scratched his nose and looked upwards toward the sky.
"Or maybe you don't..."
And that was precisely what he had meant to say
So the Crow packed up his things and he traveled away
and the Wanderer tossed off his hat in celebration of that day,
At the prominent stroke of noon.