Out in the woods I took a stroll
But the trial was getting mighty droll
So off into the thicket I dared go
The further I went the thicker it got
But I was determined to find what I sought
I was so tired of these overwhelming thoughts
The trorns stretched out and cut thin lines
My hands got entangled within the vines
This seems to be a constant thyme of mine
But I pushed on, pushed through Even though the pain grew
Had I bitten off more than I could chew
The brambles I was currently entangled in
Went on, and on much to my chagrin
I couldn't even tell where I had been
I sat right down there amongst the thorns
Why did I never listen to that voice that warns
But I never did, I always meet the bull by the horns
About to give up, about to coincide
But what happened next was hard to believe
A crimson red bird flew down and sat by me
He started to sing of better days of better ways
He sang of greener pastures in which to graze
Even if on my hands and knees a trail I must blaze
"So don't give up" he screeched as he flew
"Your trials will be a lot more than a few"
"But pushing on I know you can do"
So that I did, on my hands and my knees
I knew perseverance held the keys
I would be as brave as my ancestors, the Cherokees
When I finally broke through, dog tired and ******
Body covered in the thorny cuts, face muddy
I looked like a severely beaten puppy
But as I looked down on the valley below
I let all of that go
I was now within nature's wonderful flow
The smell of honeysuckle and lilacs did mingle
A scent so delectable it made my senses tingle
The dew on the vibrant green grass, like diamonds did twinkle
I'm so glad even though sorrow overflowed my cup
That I didn't give in to all of this world's snubs
I pushed on and didn't give up
Life is an oxymoron, on that you can depend
For now that I'm at the end
My life can truly begin