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!