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Oh shell,
You are the crown of a king
Feeling proud
On the king’s head
Your spikes are pointy
Like grabby starfish hands
Like the color of sand
You look like a sandstorm
Swirling
In action
You have a little opening
That is curled
Like a fruit roll up
Your swirly top is a mountain
You look like a footrest
So comfy
So warm
You’re so many wonderful things
Which one is your true identity?

 

The sun shines bright
Like a red robin’s feathers.

The grass grows green
Like a wet emerald turtle.

The flowers dance up
Like a pink ballerina.

The bark swirls around
Like a dark silhouette.

The tree buds bloom
Like many speckled stars.

New smells waft
Like a bright paisley pattern.

The equinox arrives
Like a crayon box opening.

Spring.

What would the world be like without the vivid colors of a summer sunset? What would the world be like without the lush green grass that brushes your ankles on a walk in the rolling meadow? What would the world be like without that big, blue blanket above our head full of puffy, white cotton balls dancing in the wind? What would the world be like?

What would the world be like if everyone was the same? If we could not see our golden blonde, brown or jet black hair? What would the world be like if we could not see our bright blue, green and brown eyes? What would the world be like if people weren’t black, brown, yellow or white skinned? What would the world be like?

What would the world be like without a plump red tomato that you sink your teeth into on a warm summer day? What would the world be like without shiny purple eggplants or bright red strawberries with their green stem and seeds? What would the world be like without the yellow, red, green and orange colors of crisp peppers?

What would the world be like?

Kiwi,
sour
but so
sweet.
Rough on
the outside,
smooth
on the
inside.
Up close
you
resemble
a sparkling
emerald.
Far away,
a
hard,
brown,
rock.