Go and open the honey door,

Maybe you’ll see carrots being eaten by rabbits,

Or fire dancing in the heat of the volcano.

Go and open the teal door,

Maybe you’ll be swimming above the depths of the ocean,

Or sharks swimming around as fast as a tornado spin.

Go and open the basil door,

Maybe you’ll feel the touch of soft grass,

Or a rabbit nibbling on emerald cabbage.

Go and open the crimson door,

Maybe a volcano erupt molten lava,

Or red berries swinging and dancing in the tender breeze.

Through the frost door,

Snowflakes dance along the freezing wind,

A cluster of snowballs waiting to been thrown,

 or clouds being consumed by by others.