A rustle of leaves here,
A swish of twigs there,
An ominous rumble of thunder,
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

The slither of a snake,
Which had me shake,
The roar of a lion, the grunt of a bear,
As if to scare…
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

Suddenly, blinding light flashed,
As a falling bough crashed,
As I opened my Inner eye,
To what I had thought was a lie,
For the darkest of minds had a golden ray of hope;
For walking with eyes closed,
Was no bar to the light enclosed!