On my way home,

I met a soldier called War.

She had nails made out of bullets,

carved like daggers.

Her suit was pure camouflage,

made out of branches,leaves and grass.

Half of her face was so dark,

you could only see her glowing red eye,

on the metal side of her face.

On my way home I met a boy called nature.

He had growing vines sprouting out of his head instead of hair.

He left a beautiful aroma,

wherever he went.

He had a chest plate of tree bark,

sticking out of his stony chest.

I met a man called Lightning,

His hair was a cloud of rain.

He had the speed of a cheetah,

and the energy of the sun.

His anger was as dangerous as his speed.

He left a trail of static energy,

everywhere he went.

I met a girl called Summer,

Her eyes were mini suns that gleamed everywhere.

Under the sunlight her hair glistened like diamonds,

as if she was the lightest thing on earth.

When she got angry,

Her whole body went red and fire came out of her head.