The Whispers of Spirits

What are loud? Bees buzzing around a nest full of honey,
Paper rustling in the chilly wind and Big Bens gigantic bell ringing.
What are quiet? The whispers of children’s spirits,
Leaves gliding gracefully in the breeze and the school doors closing slowly behind you.

What are hot? A shiny metal slide in the summertime,
My tongue after having sour sweets and a campfire on a freezing night camping.
What are cold? snowflakes swaying in the air,
Water fresh from the fridge and ice cubes from the freezer

What are slow? a snail crawling along the pavement,
A worm growing underground and leaves falling of old trees in autumn.
What are fast? A cheetah chasing pray at high speeds,
Planes dogfighting in the cyan sky and Usain bolt sprinting a marathon

What are soft? A baby’s delicate skin after being born,
Fluffy clouds in the sky and woolly jumpers made of sheep wool.
What are rough? An elephants grey skin
A trees bark that has been chipped off and the crumbling concrete floor beneath.

I have never tossed a spear made out of titanium, but I have tossed a ball lighter than a blue helium balloon.

I have never prisoned a red, raging bull on a farm , but I have prisoned a shiny red ladybug in a metal cage.

I have never tasted posh Russian food in a Russian palace , but I have tasted a huge greasy burger.

I have never watched a scary film on a foggy pitch black night , but I have watched a hilarious comedy.

I have never leaped into a bright blue river in the summertime , but I have jumped in a freezing pool under the sun.

I have never befriended a cow in breeding season, but I have befriended a vibrant orange and black butterfly on Shakespeare street.

I have never captured a fresh feathery chicken on a farm , but I have captured a dark green caterpillar.

I have never crushed the moon with my bare hands , but I have crushed a yummy strawberry cake full of jam.