The woods are very dark
Its winter season now
I walked in without a torch in the dark
And my hand hit on a rose plant.
“Ouch” I cried, as
A thorn went into my hand
I couldn’t see the thorn in the dark
But I could feel a stab of pain
I thought I would be dead
I thought it was a poisonous thorn
I felt afraid that I might die
And I felt something strike my heart
Then I shouted loud and loud
And then suddenly opened my eyes
And saw me lying under the bed.