I met a child Called monkey, he had hair as fury as a wolf and was as cheeky as a chimp. He could climb trees as if he was Spider-Man and was as greedy as a gull.

I met a boy called Frost, his eyes glowed as bright as the sky and his fingers as cold as ice. His voice as sharp as an icicle and breath that looked like fog.

I met a girl called autumn, her eyes as dark as midnight and her surroundings as misty as the winter. Her hair as ginger as the autumn leaves and her skin as rough as bark.

I met a queen called rain, her hands cold like water and her skin swaying like a stream. Her staff glowing like a lantern fish deep in Mariana Trench.

I met a man called stream, his blood flowed like a river in and out of his vanes and his hair looked just like a waterfall. His hands as blue as the ocean and his fingers as curly as a meander.