The gate closed,

you see the other side's beauty.

The newly grown tree,

stands out to me.

I open the gate and feel the trees happiness,

and touch their ruffled leaves.

Venturing out past the trees,

I walk towards the blue flowers.

Embracing the beauty they shower onto me. 

The color fuses them is a dark blueberry blue.

I stride down the lane of flowers and feel their peace.

And touch their elegant petals. 

My gaze ventures out to what's beyond this place.

Silent gray mountains, cherry red farms, milk white homes. 

My eyes squint to this place stretching out far and wide.

Looking back towards the wooden brown gate wide open, 

I run down the minty green field, and feel the breeze. 

And touch my face to make sure I'm not dreaming. 

I run to all the beautiful possibilities, 

on this side of the gate.