Abstract Poem 

In the room of dull and sadness,

A lonely sharp and prickly flower

Lit up the room with a vibrant fluorescent red.

In the room of haunted,

A ghost roamed the room.

In the room of joy, 

a brass band played magnificent wonderful songs.

In the room of noise,    

the pigs squealed a song,

the cows moo’d

When the farmer brought the food.

In the room of love and hope,

A new baby was born,

An infant calf learns to walk

As young cheaters follow its mother’s footsteps.

In the room of slumber,

I curled up into a comfy ball

On the puffy clouds

and I dreamed the best dream yet.

In the room of happiness,

I caught a shooting star,

I wished upon my dreams,

and I will always believe in that star.