You are a shooting star,

Waiting to be wished upon.

You are a melting igloo,

Begging the sun for a second chance.

You are the lost objects on the ocean floor,

Beautiful but forgotten.

You are forgotten secrets hidden,

In the depths of time.

You are a ginger cat,

As playful as a toddler.

You are a tall tree,

With many branches of emotion.

You are a Friday afternoon

Everyone loves you.

You are a icey flame,

Warm snow,

And a moving statue.

You are a warm curry 

Waiting to be enjoyed.