What are…? 

What are heavy? 

A secret whispered in your ear at the quiet park with pastel tulips swaying in the breeze and Mount Everest up high in the sky with snow gliding down. 

What are light? 

A bubble floating in the blue sky as bright as the sun, a dog’s silky fur as it shreds off their bodies and blades of grass in green, large fields in the sizzling summer. 

What are frail? 

A baby walking for the first time on grey, soft carpet and a slow snail leaving a gooey, shiny trail as the sun beams on it. 

What are strong? 

Barbells at a gym with sweaty people working out like gorillas and thick, clear ice in a dark, lonely cave at night as the moon shines bright. 

What are soft?  

Cotton candy, freshly made as it melts in your watering mouth like ice and my gran’s dog Casper as he twirls in circles trying to bite his fluffy tail. 

What are hard? 

An old rough tree trunk thousands of years old and a metal bar as hard as rock and as smooth as a dog. 

By Miah McCulloch P5