The room is empty, Vacant. Cobwebs strewn upon the walls, Show that this place, Has been this way, A long time. No one comes here. Many don’t know it exists. There are no doors. The walls, cold and grey and hard, The ceiling and floor wear the same sombre attire. No lights, no windows, no people, no sound. But then a knock, Gentle, yet strong, From the outside is heard. But no one listens. Then again the knock resounds, Off the walls of the small dark room, Constant and firm, But loving and comforting. Once more comes the knock, But this time is different. The sound is softer, not hard, As though something is happening. And yes, behold the walls are changing, Bending, curving, And colour too is seen on the surface. Pale but growing. A split and light, such glorious light, Fills the once dead annexe, Flooding in and darkness flees away. Life at last has come. To look at the room as now it is, One wouldn`t know it was the same. The place which once sat still and cold and dead, Is now beating.Birth sign: Aquarius
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