You are the shining spitting sun,
glowing above an anxious alpaca.
You are a loved lost glove ,
waiting to be found in the hot white snow.
You are a frog
jumping like jelly.
You are the sound of an eagle,
squawking above its food.
You are a lion’s tooth,
waiting to eat the food.
You are the smell of a roast dinner,
on a cold Christmas Day.
You are June with a burnt neck,
beach vibes and ocean dancing in your bold blue eyes.
You are a fruit cake the taste of juicy apples,
soft smooth peaches saturated oranges and vanilla icing.