In the room of smoke,

There was a mysterious burning fire.

In the room of history,

A time traveler appeared.

In the room of laptops,

The notifications spammed wildly.

In the room of fireworks,

Sparks flew up to the sky.

In the room of wellies,

Your feet never got wet.

In the room of lemons and limes,

You could never get the taste of sour out your mouth.

In the room of fields,

Flowers sprouted like never before.

In the room of sand,

children’s eyes stung badly.

In the room of guitars,

Strings started to play on their own.

In the room of music,

It was never silent.