Waterdance

Secret Door

Tread carefully.

My terrains are treacherous,

And my thorns do more than prick.

Many have lost their way on this trek.

Tread carefully,

Because somewhere

Within my landscapes

I am huddled behind the brush,

Hidden in the undergrowth,

Awaiting discovery.

Tread carefully,

Because one wrong step

Could be the end of this,

One wrong turn

And you could miss

The secret door

To my lonely heart.