Doors

Through the red door ,

Maybe you’ll find an apple waiting to be eaten ,

Ruby laying on the table ,

Loving heart ,

Through the orange door ,

Maybe you’ll find a bouncing basketball ,

Juicy apricots oozing with juice ,

Flames flickering like a light switch

Through the white door,

Maybe a cloud of talcum powder will hit you

Snow will find its way into your shoes

A tennis ball that will never stop bouncing

Through the pink door ,

Maybe you’ll slip on a slice of ham ,

The smell of tulips will hit your nose

Flamingos endlessly hopping towards you on one foot

Through the grey door,

Maybe a heard of elephants will come stomping towards you

Old hair will fling towards you

A blanket of wolves’ hair

Through the blue door,

Maybe you’ll find the Pacific Ocean ,

A wave of butterfly’s hitting you ,

The blueness get the better of you