You are the elephant stomping with might across the balmy savanah.

You are the poppy under the midnight moon, waiting for the next soldiers’ tragic death.

You are the happiness of waking up on a saturday morning when your alarm goes back to snooze.

You are the salty summer sea splashing at my feet.

You are the melting iceburg in the tepid sea.

You are the deafening silence in a deaserted pine forest.

You are a space shuttle orbiting the bright night sky.

You are the chaos of an unexpected winters’ day.

You are the dark and eerie room at the end of a corridor.