You walk across the leaves of grass that connect you to the earth.  

Around swirl winds of jasperine, guiding your mind to 
the future, the path on which you stroll.  
Ahead is a cairn, a mound...something of raised earth.  
You follow it about and there you see something 
right out of your childhood fantasies when waking and dreaming 
weren't very far apart.  

A door, no two.  Two doors with sigils bright.  
Lit by moon and starrish light, right out of Tolkien.  

You don't know quite the elvish tongue in which they're carved.  
But the pictures between those arched glyphs are clear and familiar 
as your own nose.

....a mountain

and

....an ocean

you choose which door to enter.