You are the beauliful red ribboned robin, who visits my garden every morning.

You are the sweet gentle singing voice of snow white.

You are the delicate scent of a purple tulip, swaying in the gentle breeze.

You are the impossiblility of a walking tree, a talking spider, a fire cloud and a shimmery silver cheese Moon.

You are a shaken can of coke ready to erupt like a volcano.

You are the poem with no ending.