Go and open the crimson door,
the heat swarms around you causing you pain,
Or the fire transporting itself to burn.
Go and open the iris door,
maybe you’ll find a plant of beauty,
Waiting to be seen and loved.
Or a jam-shaded grape that might positively
change your life.
Go and open the icy door,
a thick snowflake will faintly drop on your nose.
Briskly fading sinking,making you feel,
the misery,pain and your loss.
Go and open the butter-coloured door,
all the success into your skin and glory in front
your eyes,maybe the life of your dreams will begin.