You are the smell of hot cocoa, waiting to be drank by someone in a cozy cabin.
You are a sloth being lazy in the giagantic forest, just being lazy and sleepy again no one bothering you.
You are the smell of sleppiness and lazziness.
You are the sunny saterday, out in the sun playing and having fun.
You are an apple begging not to be eaten.
You are in London, running in the sun.
You are a husky walking down Monday road.
You are the taste of Spring, Summer, Autum and winter.
You are the touch of dry water
like the desert air.
You are the echo of a bats screech
in the night sky.
You are a star slowly sucked
into a black hole.
You are the smell of a freshly cut grass
on a summer day.
You are a chaotic calamity, clapping its hands
and grinning with glee.
You are a lone star,
wandering the depths of the deep black void.
You are the echo of a silent scream,
the epitome of darkness.
You are the glow of the
crestfallen golden embers.
You are the impossibility of flight like,
a dragon from outer space.
You are the scent of a rose bush,
gleaming in the summer heat.
You are a curious calamitous crab
scuttling along the seashore.
You are the echo of a lions soul, in the wide yellow savannah,
like a dry cough flowing through the wind.
You are a sharp pencil waiting to be used.
you are in London running down the narrow cobble streets.
you are a sleepy Sunday morning bleary eyed and yawning.
you are a giant heavy octopus wafting through the sea.
Star
Like a dashing gold trophy in the blue night sky.
Like a planet far away.
Like rose gold jewellery flying to heaven.
Like a shining, tiny sun that only comes at night.
Like a light bulb in the night sky.
Blakely and Charlie-
Primary school Darton-#DPC9
Trees
Crooked arms reaching out into the field
Leaves cascading like lost feathers
Bark wrinkled like an old man’s skin
Falling like buildings in earthquakes
Roots tangled like a ball of string
Dying like people in ww2
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