The Door

A flower wilts, another grows
The path leaves pebbles ‘tween my toes
A well ahead, right for a drink
My thirst is quenched, and I do think
The sun that shines so brightly there
Is pounding on my face and hair
And so I find a shady spot
Under a tree, so as not
To let it scorch with well-meaning rays
So I’ll return on other days
I lay my head down for a rest
And what has landed on my chest?
A leaf has fallen from the Oak
I dreamt it sat right up and spoke
About the wondrous sights to see
Such as the fairies lovely,
Within a world that no one knows
Except the birds and Climbing Rose
About a rainbow far away
Where, at its base, it’s joy to play…
And of all these things, I heard but one:
A secret door of fools and fun
Where Life is like a carefree game
And days are lived with no time frame
The nectar pours from everywhere
The scent of cake perfumes the air
And dancers glide with graceful ease;
Their ballrooms are the living trees
So I rose swift to my feet
And in a trance I did repeat
"I must go to this far off place"
And quickly worked to speed my pace
When I arrived and stood before
A wall of ivy that cloaked The Door
I pushed ‘til it became ajar
And happy sounds rang from afar
But blackness was all that could be seen
"I will," I thought," behold the scene
When I step inside and go explore"
And so I did, and closed The Door.

We’ve rid ourselves of another pest
She’ll not return and will never guess
That the place to which she longed to go
Will trap her forever—let no one know