It doesn’t have to be the freezing-cold ocean water from the seaside of Mablethorpe,

The claw-sharp spikes revealing itself on the chocolate fur of a hedgehog,

The marshmallow-white petals of a daisy,

or the bright sun shooting down to earth.

It could be, seasonal, fluffy lamb’s sitting on the lush-green grass,

The summer-like flower’s ready to bloom open,

The cobbled road stacked with smooth pebbles

or a star levitating in the sky glaring at a planet.

Notice the rosy-pink sunset up above, Isn’t it glamorous?