The Sunset Poem.

What are loud? A tigers roar, a balloon pop and a newborns cry.

What are quiet? An ants feet  slowly walking by, the stars shining and the moon glistening.

What are  hot? A fire on a winter night, dragons breath and a hot chocolate by the fire.

What are cold? A bucket of ice, the  snow in the winter breeze.

What are small?  Ants footprints, a 30cm ruler and a baby’s clothes.

What are big? The Queens castle, sadness and hope.

What are pretty? Sun glistening in the night sky, flowers dancing in the breeze and the face of excitement.

What are ugly? Ants crawling in the kitchen, a rich man begging and leaves falling.

What are empty? The fridge on a Friday night, a sad man’s heart and a blue sky.

What are full? Your heart, you after a Sunday dinner and love.