Plea

Seasons have changed and winds blowing cold,
I remember the haunting stories I was once told.
Swishing of the snakes and creaking of the door,
Shivering in fear, a tear down pour.
The waters murky and the sounds meek,
The silence crying out as the bats speak!
Curled in bed a child prays to thee,
To be intrepid, prayer is the key.
Seasons changed again, its bright sunshine,
Confidence soaring, the child feels the future is mine.
Cattle grazing as the bells tingle along,
As if last night nothing went wrong!
Sails fluttering as the fishermen toil hard,
Amused and inspired the child ready to play his card.
Fuddled about future, child prays to thee,
To be intrepid, prayer is the key.