As a result of my chocolate melting I put it in the fridge.
As a result of the rabbit hopping the fox herd.
As a result the car wasn’t so expensive.
As a result the game was easy to play.
As a result of the chocolate being in the fridge for to long it crack.
As a result of the dinner being amazing I ate more.
As a result of my finger, it was just cut insead of bleeding.
It could be a nice warm evening
It could be a beautiful butterfly flying over mountains.
It could be a seagal going to get some fish and chips.
It could be a squirrel scratching a picture of nuts on the wall.
It could be a sunny day with ice cream and a hot tub.
It could be a winter day and wet.
It could be a stormy day .
It could be a nice chillax day .
It could be a calm day.
It could be a partyday.
It could be a cloudy day.
It could be a cold day
It could be a book as the pages flick by throwing pictures and adventures in your head.
It could be the sunlight as it shone down on the glimmering sea as it crashed against the jagged rocks.
It could be the scent of fresh cornish pasties, making my nose explode with different smells.
It could be the thought of worries as they echoed in my mind, racing around my head, like guns shooting, as I try to imagine their
fireworks celebrating me.
It could be the sound of waves crashing as the foam surfed across the deep blue water into the shore.
It could be the moon glistening in the night sky as shimmering stars surrounding it, telling you secrets.
It could be the snowy white mountains as they adventured down into the deep turquoise sea as the coral waves, making fish dance along the strong currents as the spotlight of the sun reflects down on them….
It might be…
It might be the sleek squirrel sliding
into the bird feeder stuffing himself,
It might be a lavender bush attracting bees,
It might be a beach barbecue as you dig
holes in the smooth sand.
It might be a statue standing tall.
It might be a gruby red brick wall.
It might be a kingfisher flying in the sky.
It might be a bullfrog jumping high.
It will be a captain lifting the Champions League cup.
It will be people reaching new goals and heights.
It will be an adventurous journey.
It will be a happy ending for all.
It could be a the firery chest of a little robin. It could be the loud sound of the waves crashing onto the jagged rocks like a roar of a lion echoing in a cave. It could be a the trees waving as the wind pushed against it.
It doesn’t have to be the green-winged owl lurking across the trees searching for its prey. Its doesn’t have to be the glittering sun blazing down through the clouds onto peoples heads.
It could be…… By Lillie-Mae and Finn
It could be the sunlight reflecting on the tamar river.
It could be a blue butterfly fluttering through the air as the rooftops shimmered in the sun.
It could be a blue crystal shining in the darkness as the caves collapsed upon it.
It could be a flamingo standing in the shadows as its silhouette reflected on the water.
It could be covid particles swimming in the air as it looks for someone else to attack.
It could be an eye watching over you like an owl sitting on a branch.
It could be an unknown whisper waiting to be discovered.
A simple life.
It doesn’t have to be
the buzz of a bee, humming in the sky,
or a crystal glistening in the moonlight,
or the blue petals of a pretty periwinkle,
or the beautiful sea of portwrinkle beach at night, when the sea is like glittering sapphires.
It could be
the simple beat of a heart loving life, never wanting to end,
or the muddy grass of Horsepool Lane,
or a rusty signpost leading to a most-loved place,
or even the painful jab of dagger-like rocks, prickling my feet.
Be as mysterious as foam;
bubbling up on the shore.
Notice now how the golf-course flags
become more memorable.
Even a thunderstorm,
will have a heart of gold.
An effortless wish …
It doesn’t have to be a few birds on a tree,
a bird on the doorstep waiting for me, or a
Robin coming to grant my wish, whatever
I get I will always keep.
It doesn’t have to be two miniature presents waiting for me,
The three medium presents waiting for me, or a present
On the doorstep with crystals inside whatever i get will
Be kept in my dream!
It doesn’t have to be a pink blossom tree swaying in the breeze,
It doesn’t have to be a classic blossom tree,it doesn’t have to be
An unusual sort of tree whatever i get will never be forgotten.
It can be a memory that i’ll never forget,it can be a distant memory, again i’ll never forget,it will stay in my dreams forever and ever im
Grateful for whatever shall come.
It doesn’t have to be 5 gifts on my birthday, I’m not going to dream about getting a million presents. I’m grateful for what I get and what will stay in my dreams and memories forever!
It doesn’t have to be a scary dream, it doesn’t have to be a nasty dream, it doesn’t have to be a magical dream, it’s whatever you find comfortable to you and me.
The shine of the raindrops, glittering in the moonlight as they shimmer down to the floor.
the light of the stars shine down on the grass and the puddles glow in the dark.
The shining moon was so bright it burnd my eyes because how bright the moon was shining.
A crisp packet glinting in the blazing sun.
A sweet paket shines in the moon lite.
Once there was a crisp packet they were so desperate to eat them because it was the first ever packet of crisp’s, it was so satisfying when you open it. It could be the dragon hibernating in its cave , or the horse galloping across the planes.It could be the mist playing tricks on your mind , or a bee buzzing around for nectar.The eagle was as white as the light cloudy sky.
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