The Key

Another leaf drifted to the ground

At the sound of the wind’s next song

I looked to the tree in front of me

And noticed a hole that I had never before found

It was almost covered with Winter’s snow

But a glimpse of red drew my attention

As I stood at still with intuition

Before I reached my hand in and found it a letter

It seemed addressed to no one and I could tell you no better

Once I made a small incision

My mind began to wonder

What lie in this little red letter?

It felt like a key, perhaps to a door

So I tore it a little bit more

As I opened it further I found I was mistaken

It was a key but not to a door

According to the letter

It was much much more

Dotted by tears

And discolored by age

Only a few lines were written on this mysterious page

"Dear Finder,

This key looks as any other

But it goes to something different altogether

This key is to my heart

Cut, scarred and bleeding it is

But this is all that I can give

With that said I must part for now

Until we meet my fair finder. Good day.

Sincerely,

Your Giver"