I am fearful of the day and night,
I am fearful of the life and death,
I am fearful of the anger and the threat,
I am fearful of the animals that bite,
I am fearful of evenings, when foxes howl,
I am fearful of the shades that appear,
I am fearful of the trees where honeybees have hives,
I am fearful of the oceans, where I can’t swim,
I am fearful of the ladders that take me up,
I am fearful of the human, who have cunning schemes,
I am fearful of the dark and light,
When I hesitate to explore all these with great might,
I am not really fearful of the days, yet to arrive,
Let those days have the courage to face me eye to eye.
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