A Doorway - with Lilliputian

Between every two trees  
there is a doorway  
of rhythms and beams  
rustling the fallen leaves
more than the eye can know
powder puff and pollen blow  
and scented hours
beneath the smiling moon  
of lanterns and stars
 
hidden under green canopies
and sleeping sunflowers
the glowing fireflies
chanting to the alchemy
of cloaked essence below
with secrets from nights ago
veiled in tulle
forevermore dreaming to  
the dusk's tunes