You are a petrified lion,

Sleeping through the day.

You are a bright night time,

Singing lullaby tunes for the sleeping children.

You are as quiet as a dog barking,

As loud as a sleeping mouse.

You are a waving restaurant,

Attracting customers at lunchtime.

You are the impossibility of

A drowning fish,

A clean pig,

And an enthusiastic egg.

You are the taste of a salty tear,

Belonging to a child after dropping their ice cream.

You are a tree’s branch,

Slythering though the warm breeze.

You are a wild giraffe,

Galloping in the field of trees.

You are the first of the season,

Reaching for Spring’s sun.

You are the opening light in the sky,

Creating a path to heaven.

You are the moon’s brightest stages,

Glowing brighter than fire.

You are the memory of a white christmas.

You are as strong as a brick wall,

As weak as a thin ledge,

And as short as a soldier’s life.

You are as depressing as a Monday morning.

You are as speedy as a ticking clock in the kitchen.

You are as annoying as an eyelash,

Stuck in my eye.