I strolled into a room of books

that were filled with unspoken words and flickering pages.

I strolled a room of art

with all the realistic paintings on the wall looking down at me.

I strolled into a room full of trees

that where swaying in the breeze, dancing in the rain.

I strolled into a room full of the beautiful green plants

that smelled like of heavenly nature.

I strolled into a room of strong whistling wind

that will push you out.

I left a room with a decorated cake

and was left with the smell of frosting tickling my nose.

By Eden