Blog

The Silver Hollyhock By Dylan Bell

The Silver Hollyhock’s petals are as shiny as a mirror reflecting the sharp beams of the sun of Saturn into my eyes.

The scarlet Lily’s roots were like a splash of fresh blood in the freshwater pond.

The sapphire tree’s bark were as blue as the Mariana Trench in a tsunami.

The stained-glass Tree is like a 3D illusion of a painting.

The Martian Heather swayed like drunk men singing at a party.

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply