In one, you see sculptures and drawings, and in another, you see our ancestors' doings. There's also one where you see scientific innovation, and one where you see animal bones and vegetation. Some are free to enter, some need a price.

Before jets cut paths through heaven’s blue, I ruled the skies with stately view. Born of gas and counted seams, A floating titan of Kaiser dreams.

Hush; I will sing you an old tale of the sea, As my mother and my mother's mother did for me, Hearken, of how our ancients' ceaselessly heard A string of most familiar words, Take my hand, Risen, I'll heed your command! I gift you sweet life, And beg you, be mine wife! We took their offerings in glee, Now treasure their bones under the lee

Finger of stone Pointing up high Four sides not more A witness of time

Behold, for I am The Talking Stick For ages I have been a symbol, a conduit, of power Ordained by deities, birthright, or selection of the masses, I will continue my duty of drawing attention to the most important figure in the room Strike your enemies down with just a wave of my head Focus your intent through me, and we can change the world