You are a raw egg,

getting cracked into a bowl,

and boiled in a pan.

You are laughing lion,

chuckling at all the birds,

that go by.

You are the smell of a forest fire,

killing all the nature.

You are the sound of thunder,

lining up after lightning.

You are the memory of my first pet,

cuddly, soft and playful

You are the distance between,

love and hate.

You are the beginning.