Behind the graphite door 

Ash is left over

From a unsolved fire

Behind the moss door

You will see frogs

Staring right in your iris

Behind the door crimson door

Is a volcano

Ready to erupt 

Behind the coral door

Was a tulip

Ready for summer to arrive

Behind the pebal, lave door

Stood a lonely cow

Eating it’s daily meal.

Behind the frosted door

Was the icy winter 

Full of hatred and fear.