On my way home I met a girl called Summer.

Her glowing skin was hot to the touch.

Her feet were in the sand and her head in the clouds.

Her her was dripping with salt water.

She loved to sit on the beach in the sunset.

Her eyes were mesmerising blue.

On my way home I met a boy called Autumn.

His auburn hair flowed in the wind.

He wore a coat made of colourful leaves .

But his skin was as pale as a sheet ,

and his voice was weary and shy .

Unlike his eyes that were orange and wild.

On my way home I met a boy called Moon.

His hair was a deep shade of silver.

He could jump as high as the sun.

His eyes were hollow and filled with fear,

His mouth an open gasp.

He was afraid of the world surrounding him.

On my way home I met a girl called Spring.

Her long platted hair was filled with wildflowers.

She had bright green eyes that glistened  in the sunlight.

Her skin was as soft as buttercups.