Cabinet of Curiosities

This is no ordinary room;

A quiet corner shaped by wonder, not gloom.
Where sunlight and shadow twine and bloom.
Each drawer holds a riddle, hidden tight,
Every trinket a tale, half in shadow, half in light.

A stone, a feather, or a long-forgotten plea;
Each one waits to unlock a brand new story.

A silent collection, nature’s secret trove;
Wildflowers pressed between pages of love,
Stones that remember fire, a twig or a clove,
A tiny seahorse safe in a bottle’s cove.

Some tucked in pockets for a walk in the sun,
Some found in dreams that had only begun,
Others lost under trees when the day was done,
Or dropped from a bird, a secret on the run.

The rest are riddles time whispers low;
Only for those who listen, only for those who know.

Here, every secret waits for a gaze that is true,
Answers come slowly, never on cue.

Some drawers love the patient seeker’s view,
Others open only for the brave and the few.

Still, do not hesitate;pull open a drawer;
Perhaps the story you seek
Is quietly waiting behind that door.