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What are these things?

What are Hot? The scorching sun and an ablaze chili.

What are Cold? An Iridescent igloo and and a frozen freezer.

What are Still? The monstrous Mount Vesuvius and a juicy apple.

What are moving? The gigantic Earth and a glorious football being tortured by a group of children.

What are Loud? A Pterodactyl’s deafening screech and a new born babies whimpering.

What are Quiet? A snoozing cite Koala and A ninja sneaking into a secret spy base.

What are Deep? The amazing Atlantic Ocean and the end of a breath-taking swimming pool.

What are Hallow? The inside of a decaying tree and an under-working pen.

What are Heavy? An entire monstrous planet and a marble sink.

What are Light? A fascinating football and a trust-worthy dodgeball with a variety of colours.

Things i have never done

I have never felt a ferocious Hyena’s fur brushing against my fingertip
but I have felt my dog’s fluffy fur on my relaxed hands.

I have never entered the boundaries of Mt.Everest
But I have clambered up Rivington pike.

I have never tasted the sweet embodiment of caviar
but I have tasted a delicious triple cheeseburger from Mcdonalds.

I have never smelt the beautiful scent of LYNX deodorant
But I have smelt the scent of cheese and onion walkers crisps.

I have never heard a deadly dragon roar
but I have heard my lazy dad snoar.

I have never Wrestled whit a ravenous Lion
but I have play-fought with my oldest brother.

I want to paint my life

I want to paint the taste of a crispy, crunchy ham and pineapple pizza slipping across my tounge like ice skaters.
I want to paint the smell of a soft, sweet Hot dog which transports me to the beautiful Cornwall beaches.

I want to paint the possibility of being able to jump through space and time in the blink of an eye.

I want to paint the sound of a soaring seagull above the beautiful beach singing a merry melody like an orchestra.

I want to paint the distance of the monstrous, majestic Ben Nevis and the chaotic casino of Las Vegas.

I want to paint the touch of soft,  soothing, tickly grass growing slowly in my garden as sow as a snail.

I want to paint the memory of my chaotic celebratory birthday.