Behind the doors


Go open the peacock door ,

Maybe you`ll see a peacock waving its feathers 

Inspiration  in the air 

And the sky watching over 


Go open the ginger door,

Maybe you`ll see a fluffy , calm fox 

Sleep washing over it curled up in the long , wavy grass


Go open the daisy door ,

Maybe you`ll see a fiend 

Covered in daisies blowing in the wing 

Growing freely and happily


Go open the bumblebee door,

Maybe you`ll see bumble bees

 flying around finding pollen

For their loyal queen 


Go open the jam door 

Maybe you`ll see a bakery

with Warm jam in the front window 

With people crowded around hungrily  

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