I met a girl named bird,

her hair felt like silver feathers

made from the softest silk.

Her innocent eyes glistened

like bottomless pool of golden amber

as she whispered all of the worlds wondourus secrets

through a beak as fine as a flute.

I met a boy called flame,

his eyes were the colour of dark embers

floating down from long ago smoke

and his hair was like golden sparks

from an ever burning fire.

He walked like a glowing sunset

slowly fading away.

I met a woman called Autumn,

she silently tiptoed as gracefully as a leaf falling

from a golden tree as summer goes to sleep.

Her hands were as fragile as a crispy leaf.