Go and open the green door,

Maybe there is an emerald dragon staring at the mines,

A cluster of lush, viridescent mint or

A blunt cactus on a sunny day

Go and open the black door,

Maybe there is a portal into a special night from the past,

A cloak of the darkest midnight swaying in the wind or

A bat as dark as coal.

Go and open the orange door,

Maybe you will see a maze of marmalade-covered doors,

A tin of baked beans cooking in the sun or

A flickering, orange fire.