I wore the green mask and tasted

The juice off a crunchy grape,

The apple shampoo which dripped off my hair,

The fresh nature off the bush.

I wore the blue mask and heard

Birds flying in the summer sky,

The waves of the shimmering ocean,

The sound of the blue raspberry slush machine.

I wore the pink mask and saw

Pink paint waiting to go onto the wall,

Strawberry yogurt glaring at the spoon,

A pig covered in thick, brown mud.

I wore the red mask and touched

The tiny seeds off the round raspberry,

Soft, red roses freshly picked,

A crunchy, chocolate glazed strawberry.

I wore the gold mask and smelt

Shimmering gold locked in the safe,

Gold paint in a clear pot,

A crown with five emeralds.