Go and open the azure door,

Maybe you will see the birds singing beyond the mists of the clouds,

And the night sky towering over the ocean’s depth.

Go and open the blood door,

Maybe you will see molten lava oozing towards a vulnerable city.

Go and open the parakeet door,

Maybe you will see the trees swaying,

And the wind rushing by.

Go and open the weathered door,

Maybe you will see the autumn leaves laying on the cushioned floor.

Go and open the rust door,

Maybe you will feel a cold wind passing through you ,

And chains hanging from the ceiling,

Or a chocolate fountain ready for everyone to enjoy.