I’d like you to imagine a pure-clear raindrop racing crazily across the glistening car window.
I’d like you to hold the shining, rock moon on the palm of your hands.
I’d like you to reveal the vibrant, bright butterfly and let its wings go incredibly wild.
I’d like you to call the chirping birds from their stick nest sitting on a lush, lime-green tree.
I’d like you to visualise open arms of a snowflake travelling down from above the freezing, winter sky.
Did your raindrop win the race?
Has your bird been on the ‘The birdie singing show’?
Is your moon a good use to play football with?
Has your snowflake travelled to the place yet?
Has your butterfly won the game of tennis?
Will your birds be your new morning alarm?
Has your raindrop earned a driving license from its race?
Is your bright butterfly a professional at tennis?
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