What are you?
You are the sun that shines bright into the stars.
You are a deserted umbrella shoved into the rusty bin.
You are an apple that shines bright.
You are the green grasses growing through the green field.
You are the blue sky looking under the clear ocean.
You are a mountain that protects me for hundreds of years.
You are a month like December but much warmer.
You are end.