My Stroll In the Wood

Clouds overhead, dark shadows are forming, Nights drawing in fast, without any warning. Trees that look sinister Limbs swaying in the breeze, How can anyone, be afraid of the trees. It's getting darker and darker, I must leave this place, I can't see my hand, in front of my face. How long have I been here? I will have to leave soon I can't find my way out, By the light of the moon. I get back to the path, But I'm travelling to slow, Now I'm unsure, of which way to go. Should I go left? or should I go right? Oh someone please help me, I can't stay here all night. At last far ahead, I see a light through the trees I want to get down and pray on my knees. Ten minutes later I'm stood by the lane, Ten minutes more, I will be back home again. Never again will I walk in the wood I don't think my stroll, Has done me much good.