The Magic Box

By Sanika

I will put in the box

The shimmering turquoise colour of the Pacific Ocean ,

The fluffiest fluff of cloud from heaven,

The greenery of the woods with a crystal blue lake.

I will put in my box

The feel of the rough net of an Anar Kali,

The smell of rose candles melting,

The sound of a silky harp.

I will put in my box

A sudden crunch of cream and onion chips,

The squeak of an oily saucisson de Toulouse,

Fresh salty sushi going in my mouth.

I will put in my box

A bright summer’s day in the woods,

The bluest drop of water from lake Lucerne,

The whitest frost of Antarctica.

I will put in my box

Me relaxing on a warm comfy bed with  rose petals on it,

The freshness of the mountain stream,

 A secrete chamber made from amber.

My box is fashioned from gold, silver,

bronze and platinum with a carved butterfly,

With some jades, jaspers rose quartz and emeralds.

I shall swim in a crystal blue lake

with a secrete chamber

leading to precious stones and jewel world.