Magical poems

In the room of nature,
leaves were flowing, flowers were growing.

In the room of snakes,
snakes slithered on the wet grassy ground.

In the room of ocean,
barely able to breath, water covered my face.

In the room of fruit,
fireworks, the shape of fruit, blasted into the night sky.

In the room of animals,
I sat and watched the lions in their cage.

In the room of happiness,
seeing everybody’s happy faces lit everything up.

In the room of pencils,
as I spoke the pencils wrote what I had said.