Behind the door
Go and open the crimson red door,
Molten lava pouring from a volcano,
aggression in the air,
and roses in a meadow.
Go and open the navy blue door,
The ocean waves rushing past me ,
depression washing over me
and the coral sky going down.
Go and open the emerald green door,
the green grass had morning dew
and the peace of the birds
and the flowers flowing to the breeze.
Go open the obsidian door,
Charcoal laying at the bottom of a black hole
and soot blowing all around me.
Go and open the gold door,
sand blowing from the wind
and sun rays bouncing off me
and a honeycomb from a beehive.
Go ahead and open the orange door,
pumpkins scattered around
and halloween was nearing.
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