A Door In the Mountain

I had the dogs to talk to on the way the birds to guide me and the hours where like flowers blooming growing as we searched and sniffed high and low step by step from landing to landing until before I knew it I was at the top of the mountain, at a door set into the rock I knocked and I could clearly see how the river was the roots of my journey was also the tree and was also the pattern of you and me reaching from the earth to the sky a smile was the clouds passing beneath your rainbow hands I opened the door and went into the mountain