There is a gate in the midst of
A small garden, maybe a red or
White.

I went over and met a dwarf who
Claimed its possession of the gate,

This is my gate and area, what are
You human in this sacred forest?

What mushroom! What leaf!
What another bird!

Birds fly to the west and I am following,
Jogging turns into a short run and my feet
Find themselves on some white thing.

Fluffy and wet, in truth! This is actually
A cloud.

Crystals climb on to me, from their silky nests

And then I turn to walk north