The Woods

Hold head up high and tread
Through cruel woody lark.
Some sunshine will soon trickle,
Guide you through the dark.

Forest only throws your way
A fight that you can win.
Quit before you even try
Defeat will be sanguine.

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Revised poem below-

Nasty pebbles may hurt your feet
And thorns may make them bleed.
Angry bushes, whipping branches
Could almost make one plead.
The dark and lonely air in there
May suffocate you sick.
Yes, life to test your fortitude
Will use up every trick.

Do hold your head up high and tread
Through the cruel woody lark.
Some sunshine is soon to seep,
And guide you through the dark.
The forest only throws your way
A fight that you can win.
But quit before you even try
Defeat will be sanguine.

So take the pebbles with the thorns
And hurl them far away.
Whip the thicket and the bush
They dare not come your way.
Seek out your sun through thick branches
Let strength be your guiding light
And face each challenge in your path
With all surviving might.