You are a blossoming flower,

your soft sapphire petals glow radiantly ,

against emarald green leaves.


You are a summer picnic in an empty field,

a wasp’s  paradise with red and white checkers,

a dog’s buffet.


You are chestnut conker in a magnificent armour of lime green,

sitting patiently underneath crisp orange leaves silently waiting for your fate.


You are a hot chocolate ,

with whipped cream and mini white and pink marshmallows waiting to be drank,

on a cold winter’s day.


You are a book,

that can enchant the reader as they flick effortlessly through your magical pages,

taking them to another dimension.


You are an elegant fire,

spitting red hot ashes that glow eerily,

like stars drifting through the inky sky.




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