On the way to the park
I met a girl called Coral.
She had eyes like the
Crystal clear ocean
And had hair that
was coloured an icy blue.
Every time she spoke
You could hear the ocean wave back.
I met a boy called Tsunami.
He was throwing himself against the buildings,
shattering the windows.
Every time he would speak
the ground would shake.
I met a girl called Autumn.
She had eyes that were coloured sunset and her hair rustled in the wind
Just like the autumn leaves.
Every time she spoke
You could see the leaves shift around
Like they were listening.
I met a boy called Lightning.
He had yellow wiry hair
And every time you touched it
You could feel the blast of electricity.
Every time he whispered something
there would be thunder hovering in the sky.
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