In the room of trees,

I saw the blossom trees, petals falling 

off in the summer, and regrowing in the winter

In the room of the jungle, 

I saw spider monkeys jumping around like frogs.

In the room of suns,

My skin crumbled as it burned.

In the room of whistles,

 They blew boastfully  in the wind.

In the room of ice,

My hands froze by the second.

In the room of hybrids,

The lion-tortoise swam flagrantly,

As its mane was being washed.