The crystal flower is a transparent ghost,
its petals are spikes that glisten in the sunlight.
It stands tall like a soldier, even though it was short.
With roots gripping tightly to the even-layered soil,
it has nectar all the bees and butterflies want
yet it seems impossible to find in the cluster of leaves.
The petals are like knives as sharp as razors
but as delicate as grass swaying in the vast meadow.
The roots are like laces digging down into the ground like worms.
The stem is like a long icicle
cold and intact but hard to snap.
The bud is like ice revealing a snowy, golden, glowing pollen that
flies away in seconds.
The fruit is like jelly but is poisonous and looks like a frozen bubble of snow.
The rain bush’s petals were tiny ballerinas dancing in the wind.
The stem stood as tall as a standing tree
the wishes that were passed
never heard…
The wind glistened on the tiny egg-shaped plant
full of diamonds
never to be burst…
The tiny roots lead up to the twisted petals
that slowly slouched down in exhaustion.
I met a girl called Galaxy.
Her eyes twinkled like stars
and her voice was a soft sea of darkness.
I met a boy called Summer.
His smile was warm and happy
and his eyes shone like the golden sun.
I met a girl named Frost.
Her eyes were glittering icicles
and her voice was an icy cold lake.
I met a boy called Autumn.
His hair was a maze
of drifting leaves
and his voice was like
a cold wind.
I met a dog called Amethyst.
Its eyes shone like crystal caves
and its bark echoed through
the night.
I met a boy called Blue.
His eyes cried white tears
and his sadness washed
over me in a wave of despair.
I met a girl named Flower.
Her long red hair was like a sea of roses
and her voice was gentle
and sang songs of spring.
I met a boy called Lava.
His hair was spiked and deep read
and he shouted like an erupting volcano.
I met a girl called Forest.
She had wings that were as
delicate as thin leaves
and her eyes were like damp moss on a twig-strewn floor.
I met a princess called Ocean.
Her hair was as colourful as coral
and her skin was as scaly as a fish.
Her voice washed over me like a wave.
I met a boy called Frost.
His hair was as fragile as ice
and his skin burned me when I touched it.
His eyes were like a hint of snowflake.
I met a prince called Volcano.
His hair was as brown as molten rock
and his skin was as rough as a cave.
His eyes were as bright as lava.
I met a child called Forest.
Her hair was a weeping willow
and her skin was as rough as an ancient oak.
Her voice was like a beautiful bird song.
I met a girl called Galaxy.
Her endless calls were as relentless as space
and she wore a glowing, pink halo.
Shining like a shoorting star,
she was disguised as an infinite planet.
I met a man called Fossil.
His soft whispers were as ancient as bones,
lost forever
and his age sky-scrapered any others.
With eyes like clouds, he slept silently.
I met a girl called Ocean.
Her voice was as smooth as the waves
and her eyes were hypnotising like her scaly tail.
She wore clothes of scales, reflecting the bright sun.
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