You are the smell of frozen toes 

You are a memory of a small Village in London 

You are the joy of eating ice-cream on a summer day 

You are the distance between Manchester and USA 

You are the smell of fress flowers on a spring day 

You are the sound of rain pating on a window  

You as far away as distant Pluto, orbiting in silence 

You Are as large as a London bus driving through the crowded metropolis 

You are as loud as a scream on the battlefield 

You are a salmon shivering in fear after thunder, lightning, and rain.