I stood in the room of freshly watered flowers,

the fresh smell frowned away.

I stood in the room of tables,

while they stretched their legs onto the floor. 

I stood in the room of birds,

whistling as they flap their wings away.

I stood in the room of dark sunshine,

the room of light faded away like a room of shade.

I stood in the room of newspapers,

the pages turned like a bird flapping its wings.

Finally,

I wandered into the room of rain and then my soul became sad.