What are you? 

You are a red rose waiting  

silently to be picked. 

You are a magenta magnolia,  

swaying in the breeze. 

You are the impossibility of an 

 ice cream melting on a snowy winter day. 

You are hiding in a witch’s lair, watching 

 her conjure horrid spells. 

You are a shimmering silver pearl,  

illuminating your shell. 

You are the difference between honey  

and a handful of scotch bonnets. 

You are the sound of a crackling bonfire  

on the 5th of November. 

You are the shivering sun, striving to keep warm. 

You are the star who became a scarlet ruby,  

and the ginger rabbit who became a ballerina.  

You are the sun, departing in an amber and crimson dress. 

You are the night, covering the world with your ebony cloak. 

You are the end of the day.