The Door of Uncertainty

Behind the door of softest gold, A whisper calls, both shy and bold, It hums a tune that floats on air, A song of hope, it's always there. What lies beyond? A field of green, Where moments bloom, unheard, unseen, A path that winds with endless grace, Uncharted yet, a wide embrace. Not fear, but wonder stirs the mind, A world that's open, undefined, The lock is soft, the key is sweet, In every breath, a chance to meet. So we step forward, eyes alight, Embracing what may take its flight, The door swings wide, with gentle ease, And in that space, we're free to breathe.