The forest is pregnant with uncertainties.
Each time I wade into its gripping darkness,
I think of the snakes, leopards,
And all the other creatures in the wild
That strikes fear in our minds…
The forest is pregnant with uncertainties
But uncertainties are not always of the frightful.
Some good do come out of uncertainties
Like the joy that comes after nine months of pregnancy.
Each time I step into the woods,
I remind myself ,
I have promises to keep…
There is salvation in the forest,
And knowledge is like a deep forest
That can hardly be fully explored.
Each time I wade into the forest
I hope to emerge with the promise of a better life,
I hope to discover that great treasure
Which I promised my father
To find and use to fend the next generation
And give them the life of bliss
That I never had.
Though the forest is pregnant with uncertainties,
But I have promises to keep.
(But I have promises to keep. – credit, Robert Frost culled from the poem… Stopping by woods on a snowy evening)