A Secret Door

There's a world below the flower's face...

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Underneath oaken canopy of green,
Next to the violet patch that steals sun's sheen,
But not the one closest to our house,
It's the patch beyond the old field full of cows.

There, tucked beneath the royal petals reach,
A labyrinth of tiny roots mingle and preach
A false gospel, “Nothing beneath us lies.”

But when I stopped by them to release a workday's sigh,
My spade did lightly bite and turn the regal mat,
To reveal a secret door with stone slats.

Believe or not these words I say,
But brother, help me open that door today!