I put on the mask of aqua blue and saw a sea of foaming possibilities, a sky full of adventure and an eye full of hope.
I wore the mask of crimson red and saw a drop drip on to the ground, a rose lone, in the field and a juicy, shiny apple.
I wore the mask of lightning yellow and saw a field full of bright, blooming sunflowers, a zing lemon and a canary flying high.
As I touched the mask of creation the cavern began to collapse.
I put the mask on my face and suddenly I became a griffin.
As I stretched out my winds I closed my eyes and a moment later I was gone.
The sapphire sky above my head cycled around me as I looked down at the crumbling cave.
As soon as I took off the mask I fell.
Fell onto the hard emerald grass.
Later that day I put on the mask of creation once again and this time I became a fish.
Now I could gather my thoughts and while I was a fish all I could see was red.
The area around me that I knew so well before had now become ruby red white colour.
Instantly I took the mask of realising that I couldn’t handle the power of the mask.
The mask of creation.
I wore the green mask and saw
a cactus chilling,
the lush emerald fields and
a cold mint ice cream
I wore the mask of blue and saw
some lapis lazuli in a pitch black cave,
some blue berries hanging from a bush and
a whale swimming in the sapphire sea
I wore the mask of red and saw ,
lava bubbling,
fire flaming and
an explosive fire work soaring through the sky
I wore the mask of orange and saw,
the sun set glowing in the sky,
an orange sitting in a fruit bowl and
a car driving down the highway
I wore a yellow mask
and saw lemon lightning piecing the sky,
Gold topaz’s glinting in the sunlight,
fire yellow stars shining in the inky black sky,
I wore the blue mask and saw,
the Sapphire blue ocean glistening in the sun light,
The first bluebell at the start of spring,
A tear ready to bring nothing but sadness ahead.
I could hear the crowd roar when winning but silent when losing,
I could see people cry with happiness at victory and cry from losing,
I could smell the onions from the hotdog sold at the bar where people were eating,
I could feel the vibration from the crowds deafening roar,
I could taste the happiness in peoples eyes and feel the celebration around the stadium.
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