You are the soft smell of warm cookies that have the sweet taste of melted chocolate.
You are a beautiful star waiting to shine in the night sky.
You are the number 8 twisting this way and that on your journey to 100.
You are a calm mindful cloud looking down on still, green, juicy grass.
You are the fear of a very large tarantula scuttling across the floors of Australia, ready to bite someone’s leg.
You are the movement of a glorious golf club swinging into a golf ball.
You are the horror and spookiness of a Halloween evening.
You are a fantastic Friday, a very calm and sweet day.
You are the colour yellow: bubbly, bright and beautiful.
You are a traffic light flashing bright feelings and lights to everyone.
You are the quiet sound of snoring like a bumble bee going Zzzzzz.
You are the satisfying image of a book’s pages rustling on the table.
You are at the end of this poem!