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.
