Enemies May Be Friends

It's too dark, I think I should lit a new candle, but I have only one candle in my bag. Irony of fate! The match box, too, has only one stick. I am moving in a dense forest. Snakes and other poisonous reptiles are flowing in the water Difficult to walk in sticky mud the boots have become too heavy. Mud stuck with the boots has made every step a tiring fatigue. I don't think the rains will ever stop! The wind is blowing with all its might, If I try to lit the candle the match stick may extinguish even if I succeed to lit the candle shall it survive in the violent blows of the winds? Oh rains! Oh lightning! Oh thunder! Oh mud! Oh darkness! Oh wind! You all are my worst enemies! Having lost my way in a dense forest I don't know whether I shall find my way again or buried in a swamp without any funerals. Is it only me who is afraid of the winds? I think dark clouds are also afraid of the winds. I see the clouds are now running away. What a pleasure to see a glimpse of the moon! Clouds defeated by the shining stars but the scattered and defeated clouds sometimes look backwards like a defeated wrestler and use abusive language for the victorious rival. Lightning now showing the reptiles thunders warning to beware of the swamp darkness making the moon and stars more bright and guiding to the highway mud making difficult for the reptiles to attack. Everyone who were my worst enemies a short while ago look now changed in helpful friends. I have found my way, There is the highway shining like the Milky Way in the moonlight. The wind blows are now back in their barracks Bravo! The victorious army of the winds! I am on the highway I lit the last candle hoping before it's exhausted someone will lift me up and will carry me to the nearby town.