• In the seemingly endless night,
    You wander without sight
    The branches reaching out to grab you,
    In the woods you must pass through.
    Snagging on your clothing attire
    As in your rush you begin to perspire.
    You see a chance up ahead,
    A beam of light on a flower bed.
    Fighting your way through the bush,
    You give yourself a final push.
    Into a sunlit garden you land,
    Once again happily you stand