You are the roadtrip of a destination with the wheels on the bumpy rocks of the open road.

You are the other side of the rainbow, leading to the clouds of treasure.

You are the path of faith, leading to the destination of hope.

You are the teddybear of comfort, helping to comfort me in the darkness of my room.

You are a lion’s eye, searching silently for an unaware victim.

You are the beach, allowing the waves to flow elegantly whilst the dolphins dive in the distance.

You are a balloon, floating in the midnight sky peaking at my window.

You are the traffic of a highway , stopping at a red light.

You are a graceful dandelion lying on the warmth of the fields.

You are the bullet of a gun ripping through the air.

You are a boat, sailing across the waves of new lands.

You are gold, shinning like the rays of a morning sun.

You are August, gazing at the autumn sky as the leaves swirl of the bare branches