I met a man called Sun.
His gleaming eyes like stars in the night sky.
His soulful singing spreading ever-lasing light and joy.
I met a girl called Lightning.
Her legs as fast as a Peregrine Falcon when it hits the air.
Her feet thundered as she sped across the storm-brewing clouds.
I met a boy called Book.
His mind as advanced as an encyclopedia about everything.
His novel rustling closed as he adjusted his round glasses.