You are the victim in someone’s nightmare, the hero in someone’s dream.
You are a sacred snake slithering on the temple of the forest floor.

You are a question floating in someone’s mind, unanswered like the meaning of life.

You are a super sausage dog, sprinting to save a struggling snail from a seagull.

You are a marshmallow, sweet as a grandma’s smile.

You are the taste of a fresh lemon in a lemonade drink.

You are the smell of lavender candles in a cold winter night.

You are the sound of chirping birdsong in an autumn morning.

You are the memory of a childhood bear in a lonely child’s heart.

You are in the lion’s eye and the giraffe’s pause.

You are as sad as a snail, yet happy as a sunflower.

You are cautious, like a parent crossing the road with their child.

You are the sun in someone’s down-cast life.