I will put in my magic box,
a fluffy bird flying as quick as lightning,
a screaming baby as blue as the ocean,
a star as cold as ice.

I will put in my magic box,
the smell of burning, hot lava flowing like a jet on the river,
a grumpy, white snow man hungry like a bear,
a bright sun glowing like a yellow, shiny metal bucket.
By Rayhan.