As the soft wind blows through the trees,
I hear the sound of the whisper of leaves,
I hear the moan of an old oak tree,
And the crack of a cricket,
In the dark of a thicket.
As the silence steals around the midnight,
There is a shimmer of brilliant moonlight,
Across the surface of water so black,
Comes an echo in the park,
of footsteps in the dark.
Snaps of twigs breaking,
And trembling seizes,
I feel myself shaking,
And my thinking ceases.
Fear reaches out a hand,
I jump to start;
But Faith welds a band,
That wraps round my heart.
Comfort comes, like a warm blanket.
Boldness like a shield, and yet
Fear stalks my footsteps,
And dodges in my shadow.
Worry prances in my mind
And sticks in her arrow.
Panic comes slowly, dancing to a tune
That Terror hums softly, on a sand covered dune.
A tranquil thought, peaceful and serene, yet real
voices a truth that keeps my heart beat still.
Though the calm night light, turned drearily low,
And the darkness be, my only foe;
I am not alone, where ever I may be
There is one with me whom eyes cannot see
Though the crisp sound of silence is hauntingly clear,
And the faint thoughts of fright hover dangerously near,
I will walk stately and not tip toe,
Through the park boldly and not fear, No.