What are hot? A volcano’s magma, bursting out of its crater, the sun’s radiant beams.

What are cold? A glacier floating silently in the frosty sea, the delicate snowflakes drifting down from the clouds.

What are loud? A hyena’s shrill laugh, echoing around the cave, a snowy avalanche, cascading down the mountain.

What are quiet? A mouse’s footsteps as it runs from the cat, and a lion sneaking up on its prey.

What are memorable? A memory of your best day of your life, the thought of your worst fear becoming a reality.

What are easily lost? A weak friendship, which has been in an argument, a fish swimming alone in the Pacific Ocean.

What are hopeful? A broke man’s face as he buys a lottery ticket, a child’s face as she receives a birthday present.

What are lonely? A girl as she prays beside her grandfather’s deathbed, a little baby, who’d been abandoned on the doorstep of an Orphanage.