You are a skipping kangaroo,through the barren unknown.

You are a blossom,swaying through the hush and almighty wind.

You are in Hull waiting for salty, oily fish to eat.

You are an Alloy’s person making smooth,sleek and hot,burning metal to be frozen, to solid gold.

You are a red kite, gliding along a hidden air road, to be back with your feathered family.

You are a brick that was moved into place to be sandwiched between, concrete texture and building work.