One the way home…
I met a boy called Summer,
his teeth were as shiny as the sun,
his eyes were like fire shimmering in the sunlight,
his skin sizzled in the air.
I met a girl called Winter,
her eyes were like frosted glitter,
her breath was as cold as ice,
her skin was as soft as snow.
I met a girl called spring,
her hands were as soft as flowers,
her eyes were like newborn trees,
her teethe were as hard as a tree trunk,
she spoke softly like a butterfly.