The Open Door
He opened up another door for me
Showed me another side of morning
Where night faded into day
The black trees against a blue sky
My natural instinct was to turn toward the sun
But we were on the other side of the mountain
And would see it coming toward us
Teasing us with its warmth
The birds sang so much louder
The cold woke them so much earlier
They felt the sun’s burning rays and knew of it
Just like I did
We all worked to make ourselves warm
Cleaning up camp
Putting everything away
Hiking farther West into the valley
Where the sun would be the first to strike
Those fertile fields of flowers
I’ve never woken with such fervor
With such anticipation
With such a desire to move, to run
Such happiness and hope
The fire in my heart compelling me to race to that meeting point
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