I met a girl called Summer,
She had shiny and wavy hair,
Just like the sea when it splashes
On the shore.
I met a girl called Autumn,
She had crispy but ginger hair,
Her voice was croaky due to
the cold weather.
I met a boy called Joy,
He always looked furious,
But really his voice was as soft as
Cotton- wool and was always cheerful.
I met a man called sunset,
His eyes went a smoky red nearer
to the evening, and laided above the clouds.
I met a girl called fire,
She had black hair like the colour of coal,
and was always red cheeked nearer the
Evening whilst toasting marshmallows.
I met a man called courage,
He was always talking positively,you make think of
Him as a mean guy but really he has the softest voice
Like cotton-wool and is encouraging.
I met a girl called storm,
She had the worlds curliest hair,
She had black hair with whitish highlights
that reminded everyone of storms just like her name.