Through the lime green door,
Maybe you’ll see emerald eyes watching every silent step,
A curious cactus sleeping in every spike,
Or a chartreuse diamond shimmering ground.
Through the teal blue door,
Maybe you’ll see Pacific Ocean blooming,
A bursting blueberry filling with sadness,
Or tiny tears rolling on the shining stars.
Through the raven black door,
Maybe you’ll see a shadow as dark as the midnight sky
bouncing bats flying towards any direction.
Or black cats waiting to give you bad luck
Through the blood chili door,
Maybe you’ll see picky poppies,
A heart bursting with ferocious fire
Or lava roaring as loud as an airplane’s engine.
Go on then, go through the door.