Go and open the cherry door,
maybe there is an eye with fire on it,

an  aggressive bright candy or a poisoned apple.

Go and open the golden door,

Maybe there is a yellow ray poking out of a dark

Cloud.

Go and open the arctic door,

Maybe there is a shiny diamond who is deeply 

Depressed into the sea.

Go and open the emerald door,

Maybe there is a disgusting mouldy wall with

Booklice on it.

Go and open the rose door,

Maybe there is velvety tenderness of a rose,

A flamingo feather between your fingers and the blush

Of your cheek after a hot, sunny day.

Go and open the mulberry door,

Maybe there is a mysterious, spiritual and

Imaginative world.