What is hot?

A pure, red chile touching your lips, An insane footballer showing of his skills and rage 

bursting out of somebody’s body.

What is cold? 

An ice cream on a freezing winters day on Hampstead heath,Saturn’s sad atmosphere in 

endless space and a blue tear leaping down your face.

What is strong?

A team spirit not breaking down, A 30km runner’s thigh power and the power reckless ruler.

What is weak?

A frail feather floating in the sea blue sky endlessly, a 500 year old nbnb waiting to fall 

over and a child crying for a telling off.

What is heavy?

A family members tragic death, an colossal elephants weight bigger than a double 

decker bus and punk music booming out of mega speakers.

What is light?

A slim pace of my hair,a miniscule grasshopper bouncing along and the gates to 

heaven opening up.