Life

Golden sun,
Lime-green trees.
You keep walking,
On such a wondering, exhilarating journey.

The air feels chillier,
The leaves blow around a bit.
You feel a chilly rain drop,
But continue on your treck.

The rain storms down much harder,
You still continue.
You are not afraid,
You are unaware.

You get lost,
The air is now frigid.
You are without a coat,
Or a bright-yellow umbrella.

The rain pours faster than a cheetah can run,
You are scared and helpless.
You have no idea,
What you're going to do.

You don't know how,
But you find a path.
This path takes you,
Out of the dreary, cold, ghastly forest.