In the room of storms,

I watched clouds throw lightning.

In the room of abstract,

I painted a Picasso.

In the room of mystery,

a pyramid stared at me.

In the room of anything’

It was like a giant warehouse of everything.

In the room of reflection,

I sat and cried.

In the room of pollution,

The pungent power of plastic overwhelmed me.

In the room of noise,

I tip-toed as quietly as a mouse.

In the room of greenery,

I breathed the beautiful air.

In the room of the fountain,

There was only the sloshing of water.

In the room of reptiles,

I gazed at snakes and lizards.