The Strings are in his hands

There is a huge massive forest with
plenty of ropes hanging from infinity.
You know who holds them all tight.
You have to choose the one that lands in your hand
to swing to the other hill.
There could be dragons or a fairyland or
the fluffy arms of clouds ,who knows?

What is there to ponder on what lies ahead
Hold on to one string at a time
Just breathe the fresh air
Rest if u must
Lend a helping hand to catch the string together.
The sunlight finds its way everywhere

Delta always remains constant
He has the strings in his hands
Trust him and fear not
For there are footsteps walking with you always
Even if u miss a couple of strings