Through The Doors

Through the red door,

Maybe you will see A brilliant Ruby stone that shined like the Sun.

Through the orange door,

Maybe you will smell the pretty Marigolds in the fields.

Through the yellow door,

Maybe you will feel the sharp touch of a Citrine crystal with edges like an Obsidian knife.

Through the green door,

Maybe you will taste chives in the air and green onions packed with tears.

Through the blue door,

Maybe you will hear the clinking of aquamarine by the seaside.

Through the black door,

Maybe you will smell the scent of roses as black as midnight that symbolise hope.

Through the white door,

Maybe you will see a beautiful Opal that glimmers, sparkles and shimmers.

Through the pink door,

Maybe you will taste the complicated taste of the beautiful pansy flower.

Through the brown door,

Maybe you will touch the diluted surface of smoky quartz that has been left in the Sun.