Falling Petals

A world opens like a door,
And closes like weary eyes.
A world tests you, it rewards you,
It punishes and fights you,
It subdues and is subdued,
Like an impulsive tide.
And if you keep the door open
Just long enough
A cherry blossom will drift through
And leave you, with your closing eyes,
A memory of the waking world,
A memory of emotion.