• Gentle breeze
    Flowing like current among the foliage.
    Bursts of green decadence
    with dapples of light,
    their many arms
    as alive as the creatures
    scurrying across the floorbed.
    Among the everlasting walls of green
    a doorway sits,
    brushed with metallic leaves
    of gold and silver luminescence.
    A rusted handle
    seemingly old as the ancients.
    This place,
    it appears to have been abandoned.
    Devoid of life for many a century's time.
    Nervously, the handle is turned.
    And all that appears before it
    a pitch blackness
    as dark as a moonless night.
    Entering reveals bursts of color
    and light combined,
    a rainbow of flora overwhelming my senses.
    However,
    no true light exists here.
    The only true light
    floods in through the open doors.
    Slamming shut,
    the human portals encase me,
    my state of euphoric tranquility.