It is not enough to stare up the steps --
we must step up the stairs."
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Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.
~ Kahlil Gibran ~
that bends over it and whispers,
I walk towards the gate,
It's steel is rusted and frail.
The key old and fragile,
It's moist with the sweat of my hand.
I put the key in the tiny hole,
My hands shake with fear.
The gate shreiks as I open it,
I take a peak inside.
The air is fresh with pollen,
The flowers are dancing in the wind.
Birds soar through the air,
The wind sings a song of beauty.
The sun peaks through the clouds,
It's rays warm and comforting.
The trees look into the air and smile.
The old wooden swing hangs from the tree.
Walking down the path I smile,
The squirrels play tag and run up trees.
The grass tickles my feet and I giggle,
The wind blows hair into my face.
The old stonewall barely stands,
It's gray with mystery, little bugs live among.
Vines dangle and hold each others hands.
I turn... look to the gate,
Hating to leave.
The sensation would soon leave me,
All the fun would be gone.
I put my head down,
Taking a glance back,
To the beautiful garden.
Shutting the gate.
for the beautiful poem.
I Love You,