[Image Credit: Matilde Berk]
Fog once asked: Why do they fear us?
Forest answered: I could not guess.
Do they think that we harvest danger?
They know we don’t, they are no stranger.
Is it maybe the unknown?
Discovery lies there alone.
Could they be scared to go astray?
I do not change when I am gray.
So how come they don’t wander here
while we’re together if not for fear?
I do not know, i am sincere.
[This is for the picture writing challenge #10]
I like that, a conversation between forest and fog.
It is fear, that makes a wary to go near, whenever fog has gone there, to visit with forest, when we deem it best, to head indoors and rest, rather than put our wits to the test.
You say it’s fear, you make it quite clear, but what be the reason. The unity of fog and forest, won’t bear children to put us to test, so why do we stay in our nest, when curiosity won’t let us rest?
It isn’t your offspring that give us pause, but the beasts with jaws and claws, that may lurk within, shrouded by you, fog, watching, waiting, eyes blazing, stalking, slithering, and then pouncing.
So stay home and stay save, no need to be brave. The teeth I hear clatter are not of the matter. But hear me now say, my words don’t betray: The eyes that you dread, reside in your head.