Scared of the Dark
There was once, when I was scared of the dark
And the shadows around me a creeping.
So scared was I of the darkness inside,
It sometimes stopped me from sleeping.
But I strolled for one night in The Forest,
Under the whispering trees,
Hidden below in the darkness,
Brushed by a midnight breeze.
I came to a break in the Forest,
With a view up to heathery moor,
When I saw a sight that stopped my tracks,
And filled me up with awe.
For as I looked on the forest changed,
And the shadows were dancing instead.
Silver moonlight brought a great beauty,
And an artful silhouette
This is now; I'm not scared of the dark,
For in darkness it's beauty I see,
But the coming of dawn and the sunrise still
Is the greater beauty for me.