You are a dove in the icy grey morning sky soaring through the clouds.
You are mars’ third moon so small hidden from sight.
You are a fallen autumn leaf dancing in the wind.
You are are as sweet as sugar but taste like salt.
You are the guilt and sadness hung over everyone like a shadow.
You are sunshine on my tongue.
You are a flickering flame in a forest of trees.
You are a juicy apple the Adam should never have eaten.
You are a distance between a dinosaur’s mass and a ant’s foot steps.
You are the smell of cinnamon on a Christmas day.
You are the memory of a shooting star lighting up the sky.