Open Door Poem, by gray0328, at My poetic side

The barn yawns wide, its mouth open,

Light spills in—a golden tide, a hush,

The pasture stretches, living and breathing,

Cattle graze slow, their shadows ripple softly,

Horses, their manes stirred like whispers,

The haze lingers, a veil of dream,

Horizons melt into the tender beyond,

Infinite sky leans low, a tender embrace.

Through this gate of earth and air,

I step, a wanderer greeting open worlds,

Each blade of grass a beckoning hand,

The murmurs of nature weave a hymn,

Time unfurls itself, a slow, endless spool,

The distant hills waver, dissolve, reappear,

Every breath marries earth and sky,

The door remains open—it always will.

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