The autumn bluebell was as confident a poppy growing on the graveyard of all the blood giver soldiers.

The roots were barging up the soil like zombies coming up from their abandoned grave.

Her petals were crying because of the months without sunlight and she was very close dying.

The stem dropped down because of the devil dad that kicked him everytime he talked.

The pollen sneezed as beautiful bee buzzed on top of her nose that was as sensitive as your tayste buds on tongue.

The Origami oak was shaped with patterns all around her and it was in the shape of a spiral staircase or a tornado whizzing round tornado lane knocking all the houses down.

Her roots were as curled up as a pigs tail, they were carving patterns into the roots that took nine hours to do.

Her leaves were made like magical things some in the shape of doves others in the shape of dragons, but one thing that people say if a dragon falls on you, you will be cursed with bad luck and if a dove falls   on you, you will be granted with good luck.

The twigs were different shapes at times, at Halloween they were in the shapes of spiders and easter eggs at easter and finally Christmas trees at Christmas.

Her flowers only grew at summer but when they did they were as beautiful as blossom, They had pink red and orange flowers that looked like a group of children playing in the park.

met a girl called Giraffe.

I She had legs as strong as steal that could knock out any out any human with just one kick.

Her long amazing covered neck stood as much as Freda Khalo’s eyebrows did.

She liked beautiful blue birds that flew around the sky like angels singing from above.

She had courage, she was as brave as someone jumping off a cliff save someone drowning in the sea.

I met a girl called misty.

Her face was so grey it looked like she was fading or she had got lost in fog.

She disappears in a second like a ghost scaring someone.

She has bold beautiful black hair that was the only thing you could see in the mist.

I met a woman called moody.

She wore all black and when its night time you can never see her.

She  walks around with her head down and slouched shoulders like a teenager who doesn’t get what they want.

I met a boy called fire.

His eyes  were as red as crackling flames on a burning building.

He had ginger hair like Jupiter.

He was as evil as a weird worthless woodcutter cutting down trees.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw creepy Christmas clowns heading onto the rocky hillside with knives in their hands.

In the land of Neverbelieve, the crystal water looked up at the shining sun whilst camly splashing the rocks with its waves.

In the land of Neverbelieve, the boiling factory dripped sweat down its body into the diseased drains.

In the land of Neverbelieve, somebody once told me unicorns are as energetic as the earth spinning round and round the sun like lighting mcqueen on the race track.

n In the land of Neverbelieve, I waked onto an enormous cloud path heading into a cloud castle where I met king cloudy.

In the land of Neverbelieve, my toys stood up and opened the door like an army of soldiers.

In the land of Neverbelieve I ran to a cliff and saw a fortress  fighting family , fighting toy soldiers with log choppers in their hands that were as small but as sharp as a sharks tooth.

In the land of Neverbelieve, the yeti ran off a cliff and flew to the moon.

In the land of Neverbelieve , my dog talked to me whilst I was driving to Borris Johnson’s house.