Flutter

The door was open Why was it open Flutter Flutter I hear the sound Of the wings on the butterflies Coming from the open door Until I realize that The open door is not a door It is a book with a door I walk through the door In the book To a world of wonder And poems Flutter Flutter I hear the butterflies again I look for the door But it is gone I smile at the thought Of never leaving this place At first the door was open But in the end it was closed.