Listen to the growl of the Cubs as they roll in the snow watch the puppy sigh in disappointment, and it waits longingly to go for a walk.

open your eyes and look at the footballer diving to save the peacefull city, pray he catches the fallen befor it’s to late.

Grab a giant Santa witch lays still and silent on the puppet tree. Don’t let it wake until dawn.

Catch the small of ash and fire witch filled the drivers lungs as the racing car crashed. Trap it in a bottle and seal it with joy, love and hope

In the room of salad cucumber slumbers in tomato covered chairs and lettuce curtains flutter in the spring sunshine.

In the room of tigers, tangerines wait for there pray; fire purrs softly into every room and two pictures watch your every move.

In the room of stars, your eyes are filled with beauty and brightness when stars rage outside.

In the room of ideas, your mind opens like a book; pages flick back and forth and anything becomes possible.

In the room of dogs, lights flicker excitedly banishing darkness and fear.