Go and open the sapphire door , 

Maybe you’ll see the morning sky ,

A pair of arctic or an enormous ocean.

Go an open the violet door , 

Maybe there is a field of wisteria ,

A parrot mimicking or a purple jewel waiting to be discovered.

Go and open the crimson door , 

Maybe you’ll see a pool of blood ,

A fiery passion burning or  a pit of fire ready to devour.

Go and open the shamrock door , 

Maybe you’ll see  a field of emerald hydrangea , 

Green grass or a group of trees.

Go and open the white door ,

Maybe you’ll see a pale face ,

An empty page or a flock of clouds