The Mystic Woods

Travelling through the shadowy woods
I was on my way to home.
When the darkness suddenly engulfed around me;
And I thought there was no way out.
I looked up to the sky but couldnt see a thing.
The sunshine bade me adieu through the canopy of the long woods.
 
So I sat down, bereaved, under the boughs of the trees,
The cold north wind blew on my face and quivered me to the bones.
I could hear the shrill cries of broken hearts, lost hopes and betrayals ringing in my ears.
 
The woods once rendered homes to the blue and yellow birds,
Who sang songs of joy, love and bliss.
Then there were the flowers that bloomed in the chasm
of the forest.
And if you would stand near the edge of the woods,
You could hear the sermon of the bees and screams of the gleeful child,
You could see the rainbow of butterflies and the glossy, sparkling fountain.
 
But all of a sudden a storm rushed in !
Catastrophically blew everything apart
There were howls and cries all around and dust as far I could see,
Gloom and doom prevaded all the features
Something, which, I never could foresee.
 
So I sat beneath the boughs and recalled
those days of glory.
And now I am waiting without hope and love
For the flickering candle to go off.
 
And suddenly the forest set ablaze
With a light so bright and clear
It surely must be a forest fire, I fear.
But from the heart of the woods
Emerged the figures of our angels
And a soothing feeling of solace quenched the core of my heart,
And all the howls and cries seemed to have forever ceased.
 
They took me up in their arms,
And said to me, "Its alright,
Sometimes you are hurt, sometimes you lose
Sometimes you are vile, sometimes wrong things you choose,
But in His heart,you never lose !
In some phases of life you poorly fare,
But remember,He's always for you, there.
So, stand up and fight for your dreams
For He is the one who chose it for you.
And dont let any failure fade your beam,
For you belong to the army of the chosen few."