My you are poem

You are a daisy swaying in the distance moving with the wind.     

You are a car zooming down the lane.

You are a magical koala hanging around in the forest.

You are a massive brick slamming down onto the hard rock floor.

You are a tray sliding in and out of the tray case.

You are a water bottle waiting to be drunk.

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