Henry SWW

You are the roaring waves crashing upon sharp rocks.

You are the stars shine blinding me from mile’s away.

You are the distance between a tigers teeth and the predoters stare.

You are the led in a pencil helping you to write.

You are my knotty hair as it sway’s in the wind.

You are the pencil case’s colour as it shines in the sun.

You are the coat’s furriness keeping me warm in the winter’s air.