You are as quick as a shooting star flashing across the night sky.
You are the vast distance between love and hate.
You are a golden tree in autumn with brown, crispy leaves falling.
You are as dull and sad as a grey elephant on a cloudy, thundery day.
You are the smell of fresh roses in a colourful, antique vase.
You are the taste of dripping butter melting on a warm piece of toast.
You are August, a hot summer day.
You are a Sunday, lazy lie-ins and precious time with family.
You are the hypnotic eye of a glittering supernova showering the clear night sky with your brightly shining light.