Into The Woods

“Fear not going to minacious wood,”

Said mother to her Robin Hood.

“There are trees, there are birds,

Animals living in herds.”

 

“But mother, what if attacks a beast wild

And comes to eat up your child?

Who will come for my help

Deep into the woods when I’ll delve.”

“Fear not, for they are benign and calm

They’ll not bother, if you don’t harm.

You do your work and let them be.

They’ll never come to harm thee.”

With conviction and trust

He galloped leaving behind dust.

Into the woods that looked hallowed

Soon wondrous vista followed.

Taking a trip down the memory lane

Recalled Robin Hood in fain.

Fear in him was lost in air thin

As mother, instilled trust within.

Loved was he by all brute wild,

When he spent his days exiled.

The woods were his home,

Fearlessly where he did roam.