Through the red door

There is a volcano bursting 

To erupt and the bubble of 

Lava just keeps ringing

In your ears 

Through the orange door 

There is an orange on the

Ripe as ever and ready to fall 

To the sunflower patch below 

Through the yellow door 

There is the sun shining down 

On the daffodils and the chics 

Tweeting to the sound of the guitar

Through the green door 

There  is the broccoli,

Cucumber and peas 

Sprouting out of grass 

Through the blue door 

There is the sky could free 

And the sea calling your name 

Calming you and clearing all 

of worries 

Through the purple door 

There is violets through the

Tinted glass of the cottage 

In the evening sat down in 

A chair on the porch looking

At the sky