You are a fast Frisbee soaring though the deep, blue sky like a huge eagle getting ready to catch its pray.
You are the blazing sun on the hottest summers day.
You are the sound of the blaze of the dreading wild fire on a hot day.
You are the taste of the fish and chips at the beach.
You are the touch of the cold, dark ibis with the mystical creatures.
You are as cold as the coldest dry ice on a freezing cold day.
You are in the other side of the never ending ibis.
You are the impossibility of a cold sun.