In the Wizardly Emporium.

I stood in the room of snow globes,

And glittering snowflakes danced in the beams of winter light.

I stood in the room of dragonflies,

And a relaxed, quiet buzz filled the air.

In the room of mystical sunsets,

And sunlight lit the trail to the detective’s mysteries.

I stood in the room of cotton clouds,

And fluffy shapes marched around us in a logical pattern.

I stood in the room of maps,

And followed the winding roads curiously.

I stood in the room of tears,

And I fell to my knees with my eyes beginning to water.

Finally, I stood in the room of white tigers,

And listened closely as they began to roar.