The Lost Door’s Journey

Title: The Lost Door’s Journey

In a backyard serene, in Portland’s embrace,
A curious sight, a mysterious case,
A door plug appeared, with a tale to be told,
Of a journey uncharted, and secrets unfold.

Once part of a plane, high up in the sky,
It vanished unnoticed, without a goodbye,
But destiny led it, on its own winding way,
To the haven of a garden, where it slightly lay.

With moss as its blanket, soil cradling its frame,
The door plug settled, untouched by all claim,
Unaware of the whispers, the search up above,
It became one with nature, a symbol of love.

Oh, what tales it could tell, if only it could speak,
Of soaring through clouds, on wings light and sleek,
Of passengers aboard, with dreams in their hearts,
As they traveled to distant and magical parts.

But alas, it remained silent, a silent sentinel,
A testament to adventures, the stories it could tell,
A symbol of resilience, of resilience so grand,
As it found its own purpose, in this verdant land.

And now as we marvel at this unexpected find,
Let us remember the door’s journey, so kind,
For in humblest encounters, and nature’s embrace,
We discover beauty, traveling through time and space.