Go and open the flint door,
Maybe there is seal bouncing on a beach,
A line of pebbles patiently waiting
Or a dolphin splashing in the shadows.

Go and open the heather door,
There might be a field of lavender waving in the wind,
A rare violet bird whistling a tune
Or an amethyst glistening in the sunlight.

Go and open the bluebell door,
Maybe there will be a blue whale in a rocket to Neptune,
A cobalt kite soaring through the evening sky
Or waves crashing in the Pacific Ocean.

Go and open the cotton door,
There may be a flock of sheep settling for a nap,
Doves flapping towards the creamy clouds
Or blinding snow falling on jagged mountains.