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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