By Mimi
I will put in my box
A blazing feather of a phoenix,
A ribbon made of the colours of rainbows,
The golden horn of a unicorn.
I will put in my box
The sound of the rustling leaves in a damp
rainforest,
The smell of paint as it splashes on a
shiny canvas,
The feel of the warm silky fur of a
month-old puppy.
I will put in my box
The rushing colours of the wind,
A lightning storm, crashing thunder from
the sky,
The cherry colour of sunrise and sunset.
I will put in my box
A million shards of violet-flavoured candy,
A runny yolk of an egg and the crisp sides
of bacon on a plate,
A bowl full of fresh berries and whipped
cream.
My box is carved out of the oldest oak
wood,
The lock is made of jade coloured dragon
eye stones,
The hinges are fashioned out of delicate
autumn-brown pebbles,
The key is made out of dreams and is shaped
like a cerulean-coloured dragon,
Nobody knows that at night it comes alive
and guards my small chest.
I shall sometimes step into my box,
Inside, it is always night,
A silhouette of a grey wolf howling at the
blue corn moon,
A field of glowing fuchsia and indigo
orchids,
Tiny dragons with wings of rainbow hues,
singing and humming a beautiful lullaby to each other,
And a giant peach tree, the blossoms
swaying in the cool breeze.
