I feel like I’ve ascended a tall stairway
I have almost neared the end…

Having found the top
A dark wooden trap door made me stop.
With little hesitation
A mighty tug and push
It opened – light in volumes poured in.

I closed the door rapidly
For the light was escaping.

Reaching down again and closing my eyes
I pushed open the trap door, it was prised
A blue sky fell in along with song
The darkness was passing
For light is the final prize.

Keeping out of the hole in the ground
I could see for miles around 
The world was overwhelmed with sound.

A scene whose backdrop became centre stage
Animals with purpose, trees with great age
When participating with the human race.

Having escaped the gaping hole
I climbed to a high precipice,
I perched precariously upon a ledge
Not knowing whether to go up or down
… or to live close to the edge.