You are the scent of an apple,
Tangy as a bee’s sting,
Fresh as a river’s spring.
You are a snappy crocodile,
Skin scales of algae green,
Chasing fish on the banks of the River Nile.
You are the chirp of a bluebird’s song,
Whistling as the sun rises,
Welcoming everyone to the day.
You are the sadness of a tear,
Rolling down a rosy cheek,
Dripping onto the cold floor.
You are the kick of a football,
Launching the ball through the air,
Scoring goals to make the crowd cheer.
You are the memory of a happy moment,
Warm and comforting,
Like a mother’s embrace.
You are the joy of opening presents,
On Christmas Day,
Excitement runs through your veins.
You are the laugh of a cackling witch,
Rough and bristly,
Happy at seeing people in peril.
You are a tiny shrub,
Struggling to grow,
Roots kicking at the ground,
Searching for water.
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