The door to open

The night is not so long.. The sun is to rise, the dawn is to come..
For your virtues good and strong, you shall get a prize, useful and worthsome.
The breeze is shivering cold, silence is to speak, dew is to bathe,
for your thoughts wise and bold, depriving you off weak, your life is set to lathe.

Come, come, come, to set ahead afar, as to answer the call,
the call as the angels hum, on sun rays from worlds par, welcome lets go all.
Hear, see and witness, the rusty jingle bells, ding a dong they all ring,
their rhyme is set to impress, the deepest of the hells, of new worlds they all sing.

The world is not far off the shore, not par seven seas, nor par the stars,
it is beyond just one door, the one no one sees, the one without the bars.
Free it is to walk in, and back is not, if the door is sought,
the other side is free of sin, where joys are a lot, none needs to be brought.

It is a fair world, i don't say, for there is nay,
but if a word to hold, its yet wet clay, mould it your way.
Live your life true and brave, with mighty deeds, and selfless needs,
you will enjoy in your grave, your crop had no weeds, your grain had no beads.