The door thrusts open the air hits my face
It was cool, it was crisp and it came in a slow and steady pace
It hit my nose and cheeks flushing them with a peachy pink
I closed my eyes but not for long for what I saw made me think
I opened them quick to see
A stranger standing before me
She motioned for me to come but something stopped me from listening
A voice inside said no for what I saw ahead was glistening
I followed her through a brush that lead to a beautiful sight
The grass turned to lilies and the clouds of gray to light
I wish I could have stayed to ride the train
But it was all just through the window pane
By Olivia Robinson