In the room of trees,

a conker hit me on the head.

In the room of light,

the darkness hid behind the cupboard.

In the room of night,

the owl hunted for its prey.

in the room of apologies,

forgiveness walked in.

In in the room of stories,

the pages fluttered like butterfly’s.

In the room of nature,

every step taken flowers spring up.

In in the room of pictures,

loved memories come to mind.

In in the room of technology,

plights flash in my face.

In the room of honesty,

lies come forward a say what they are.

In the room of qualities,

I found my quality.