The tree is
like a girl with curly, bushy hair just woke up,
as bushy as a fresh broccoli in the ground.
The ocean is
as dark as the pitch black night sky,
like a dead person in a grave risen up after death.
The moon is
like a silver football getting kicked around in outer – space scoring goals.
The moon is
as gold as a 1 pound coin flying from the heavens
The tree is
as fluffy as a polar bear,
like your touching a peaceful texture of a arctic animal.
The sea is
as quite as a bird,
like it doesn’t have a beak
The sea is
as see through, as glass like a see through diamond shimmering in the darkness
The tree is
as bushy as a broccoli ,
like a bush.
The sea is
as blue as a turquoise diamond ring,
like the sun beaming down.
The moon is
as yellow as shredded cheese,
like freckles.
A tree is,
as bushy as a bunny’s tail,
like a pillow stuffed with velveteen.
The sea is,
as deep as the pits of Hell
like a blanket of darkness.
The moon is,
as tough as a rock
like an angry bull.
The stars are,
as bright as a light-bulb
like a banana.
My happiness is made from-
the kindness my family gives me,
the bright yellow sun,
the big family I have,
the oversleeping I do everyday,
and driving when its raining late at night.
I found happiness-
caged in the girls eyes,
hiding in the bushes,sitting in my mums chair,
dancing in the air,
and lounging in the clouds.
This happiness can-
open up someones heart,
make you smile,
love you and drag you into happiness,
warm you heart up,
and break the great wall of china in small hearts.
If I lost my happiness-
i would cry in sorrowful and down mood.
My Secret.
My secret is made from-
Scolding fire, Permafrost ice,
The blazing fireball that is the Sun,
All the elements, fire, earth and ice,
And the occasional, refreshing summer breeze.
I found it-
I found it standing on the eye of the last survivor,
Lying on the dusty, deserted road,
In the middle of a global catastrophe or disaster.
This secret can-
This secret can control the elements, fire, earth and ice,
Give peace to the Bermuda Triangle,
Control life and death,
Revive from the dead.
If I lost this secret-
Global disasters will thrive,
But we won’t survive…
My peace is made from-
The sunset glaring on a big daisy meadow,
The little chicks and bunnies hopping and waddling around,
The warm feeling of sun on my arms,
The refreshing feeling of lemonade sliding down my throat,
The fresh smell of air in a cold morning.
I found peace-
Sitting in the sun all day feeling the warmth on my back,
with the bunnies running around,
Dancing through the clouds,
Swirling down the slide at the park,
Where the children play swaying on the swings.
This peace can-
Turn a gloomy sky into a warm feeling,
It can calm a miserable war into a peaceful land,
And turn a candle into a fresh scent.
I found pain-
Screaming from my sprained ankle,
Tumbling down the stairs with my head first,
Crying at the scary IT movie,
Where all the injured players sit on the bench resting.
This pain can-
Turn your loved feelings into a broken heart,
It can make happy sun into a sad, stormy weather,
It can transform a bright, blue butterfly into an orange, dark worm
And it can turn a happy boy into a disappointing frown.
My Depression
My depression is made from-
The feeling when your friend leaves you for another classmate,
The taste of a salty tear rolling down your face,
The sound of you friend’s sorrow,
Dropping your ice-cream on a summer day,stepping on a six-block lego piece.
I found depression-
crushed in a tuna can,
imprisoned in the ocean’s twilight-zone,
running through a whale’s body,
knowing you’re next,
tuck in a grave,
missing a friend.
This depression can-
turn a beautiful smile into a negative frown,
it can lock up happiness for eternity,
it can destroy the lives of little children,
it can crush the souls of innocent people
and grow like the leaves on a vine.
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