The sun shines through the forest canopy reaching the forest floor.
Rain flows through the rivers of leaves and branches into the soil.
Once again I stand in front of an imaginary door.
One which to open requires something more than mere toil.
The birds chirp calling their lovers,
The leaves rustle creating a song.
I stretch my hand intending to create wonders,
Knowing that I have waited for too long.
The trunks stand firm supported by buttress,
Crawling in deep and grabbing the ground with its roots.
But I have started fire without flints or matches,
Have walked forward without miracles or flukes.
The trees grow upwards spurred by its will to live,
The trees shed its leaves to be replaced by a fresher green.
Yet I hesitated to part and to give,
Yet I hesitated to appear and be seen.
A foreign scream permeated nature song,
An invasion chases away all.
Something unknown came along,
And broke down the protective wall.
With a creak and roar even the strong shall fall,
As these invaders take all they want.
As I suffered, a miracle I start to call,
For I have a wish I want it grant.
Would this pain not stop,
Would these tears continue to flow?
Off the cliff would it drop,
Or would it continue to grow?
Oh why,
Do you like to see me cry?
Oh why,
Do I continue to lie?
Now in front of this door a whole new world awaits.
Of pain or happiness I would not know which.
To enter requires a password.
Of true and honest words.
Would the door lead me to a world of joy>
Or would it lead me to more suffering?
But I know that as long as I don't open it,
I will continue to feel this anguish.
I know that as long as I don't walk through it,
I will not gain anything.
A gamble between great extremes.
If this was a story it's one of the greatest themes.
