You are a lost cloth
stuck in a muddy bog
like a poor person.
You are a mean but shy giant waiting to be seen,for 10 years.
You are a sward shimmering on a nights blade, as it cuts someone .
You are the smell of a fresh banana, just been pulled of a tree.
You are in London waiting for some rain.
You are the glimmering moon like a football.
You are at the end of a rainbow, waiting for treasure but it didn’t come.
You are as strong as an ant caring an apple.
You are the end.