Echoes in the Corridor

In the sterile hallway, a world outside gleams, A reflection of life, in the tiles' cold sheen. The medical cart stands, a sentinel of care, A guardian of health, with a quiet air. The door at the end, a threshold to the unknown, A path that winds, to a world overgrown. The autumn trees, a vibrant, fiery hue, A contrast to the sterility, that the hallway holds true. The checkered floor, a dance of light and shade, A mirrored reflection, of the world displayed. The ceiling's glow, a soft and gentle beam, Illuminates the path, through the sterile dream. In this corridor, where the medical and the mundane entwine, Lies a beauty, that is both fragile and divine. A testament to the human spirit, that perseveres and thrives, In the face of adversity, where hope survives.