Go and open the blue door,
maybe there is –
the vast ocean, stretching to the horizon,
the clear sky sitting calmly on a seat of fluffy clouds
or a blue bird singing a sweet melody.
Go and open the yellow door,
maybe there is a flood of buttercups swaying in the breeze,
a golden goblet filled with the finest wine
or a lioness ready to pounce.
Go and open the red door,
maybe there is a ring of fire,
one bucket of flaming molten lava
or a plump tomato on a tabletop.
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