The Access Gate to Light

Traveling through the park
many trees tower above
Some trees are fluffy, elastic, round, narrow
They create any shape
What beautiful white trees

The trees are above the clouds
The clouds tusks stretch inwards
White fog falls off the clouds
And rises into the trees

You trudge backwards
Your knee lubricated by stillness
Pure and intact and torn
The clouds become your enemies
The clouds that block the sun
But despite the forest above
The darkness will always return

You leave the park
You return home
Again the water is blue
just like the sky
but not like the trees or the clouds
The park is always open


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