You are the shining spitting sun,

glowing above an anxious alpaca.

You are a loved lost glove ,

waiting to be found in the hot white snow.

You are a frog

jumping like jelly.

You are the sound of an eagle,

squawking above its food.

You are a lion’s tooth,

waiting to eat the food.

You are the smell of a roast dinner,

on a cold Christmas Day.

You are June with a burnt neck,

beach vibes and ocean dancing in your bold blue eyes.

You are a fruit cake the taste of juicy apples,

soft smooth peaches saturated oranges and vanilla icing.