Golden gates shut tight
Gates of brimstone flame reject
Red gates then await
Ten Thousand strong the number
Thick to block out the sun’s might
They shelter and guide
The myriad gates witness
Trek onwards lost one
Foxes flit between the poles
Birds perch atop the crossbeams
Vivid orange and black
They thin out, they thicken back
Guiding to rice fields
Yes, to rice fields and success
To perspective shifted well
Ten Thousand gates trek
To fox guarded grand shrine
Clad in red and green
Shimmering Brilliance abounds
For those who brave the long trek
How one longs for it
The chance to pass under them
Those ten thousand gates
In Autumn glory’s harvest
To carry the rice in peace
For @CERESUltra