The poem of what are…
What are calm? Reading a calming book before getting in my big , cozy , warm bed , vanilla scented candles being lit with a relaxing , glowing flame and pink and yellow twirling around in my mind blending together.
What are annoying?
My younger brother grabbing me by my arm’s because he’s angry , stubbing my toe on a wooden table and getting pulled by my arm because someone wanted me to go somewhere.
What are strong?
A tree that has fallen over and people trying to move it out of the way, an aeroplane holding hundreds of peo on its way to a lovely desert and the toughness of a twenty five kilogram weight.
What are weak? A green leaf falling from a tree branch , wool being knitted by my Nana’s favourite hobby and a pencil gently waving through a piece of paper.
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