The coo-coo clock sings an opera at midnight.
Floor boards creak like an old man’s knees.
Shutters slap wildly outside the windows like a hand hitting water.
Dust collects as if it were a pack rat’s collection.
Cobwebs fly like cardinals.
Curtains flutter like a butterfly’s wings.
Doors swoosh like a bed skirt in the wind.

Green tells the world to stop fighting.
Red bleeds for everyone’s wounds.
Blue helps all of the rivers flow back to the ocean.
Purple heals all of the bruises inside.
Yellow helps the sun shine on our world.
Pink helps all of the birds sing songs of love.
Orange tells all of the flowers to bloom in the spring.

SLAP! The graceful whale whacks her tale on the pristine water.
SLUMP! The pod of dolphins flow down in the water.
SLOOP-GLOOP! Breath bubbles soar up to the top of the water.
SHHH! Fishers cast their lines into the deep, clear, water.
SMIP-SMIP! The bats of the seahorses’ tails fling through the blue, blue water.
SLIP! The green, blue water flows through rocks and moss.

BOOM! The explosion rumbles the Earth, shaking so nothing stands still.
BRRIING! Telephones screaming in ears, then, dead silence.
BLINK-BLINK! BLINK-BLINK! Car signals flicker, trying to rush where they belong.
BEEEP! Fire alarms start going off in every home.
BOOOP! Fire engines start roaring down the streets.
BLAST! Water hits the burning buildings with bacon-like sizzles.

The moon is a round candle, lighting up the sky in flashes of light.
The stars are thousands of diamonds, sparkling and showing off in the night sky.
The black sky itself is a large piece of black velvet.
The dark, dead clouds of the night are ravens, soaring elegantly through the deep, black sky.

The coral reefs are colored Christmas lights, decorating the ocean with color and light.
The top of the water is glass, reflecting and capturing all of the Sun’s light.
The sand is wet cement, squishy and soft, allowing foot prints to walk and mark on top.
The fish are elegant ribbons on a dream catcher, swishing and swooshing around the ocean.
The old sluggish turtles are molasses, slowly making their way through the deep, salty sea water.
The boat propellers scouring through the water are knives, splicing through the water as if it were butter.

The sharp cacti are needles in a pin cushion, sticking their needles out to ***** the finger of a helpless person.
The dry, rough ground is a pair of Winter Lips, in need of moisturizing.
The one tree every 50 miles is a rain drop in a drought, treasured and loved by everyone in the desert.
The one of few ponds is a warm, rich, and steamy bath, used so much until it’s gone.