Fear Turns To Fairytale

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet " ~A Rambling Poet~ Are the woods waiting to spring a surprise, do I hear haunting melodies and cries, Is there someone hiding behind those trees, are the woods filled with painfully stinging bees, I tread slowly for there might be a snake, my throat is parched, is there a lake? Are there strange creatures hanging from those firs, am I hallucinating? My heart is in a stir... That light ahead, is it fog or a ghostly apparition, scared I walk on biting my nails, eyes wide open. Thoughts, then run rushing back to childhood and suddenly I am brave like little Red Riding Hood. Fearless of the wolves that’ll cross my path I surge ahead, with a song in my heart. Maybe I’ll find a cottage like Goldilocks with porridge filled in three little pots. I even might end up with dwarfs seven in number waiting for a prince while in slumber. My fears all vanish one by one the power of nature overwhelms I look up at the woods in awe and wonder to God’s fairytale I surrender… Afroze for Constances's contest A woodland path 7/6/2011