You are an expensive spoiled dog, excitedly nipping, and chewing.

You are a rose blooming in the shining sunlight.

You are an oak tree swishing and swaying as slow as a sneaky sloth.

You are reading this, in the warm delicious land of poetry.

You are a beach wave overtaking the fabulous fish.

You are a lightning bolt, easing to explode, BOOM.

You are listening to the sound of music, falling asleep.

You are a sweet apple, falling off the beautiful birch tree.

You are a haunted human, roaming around the petrifying street.

You are a horse, galloping in the sunset.

You have reached the end. Goodbye.