The trees outside are slow dancers that
Sway left and right in the cold breeze,
A mist of loneliness fills the room.
Their eyes are riveted on the cake,
With no emotion
Candles wait to be blown out,
but will it ever happen?
The cake stays and waits to be eaten.
Why do they look so sad?
Has someone passed away and it's their birthday?
Why are there 3 candles?
I am learning to make my metaphors work. I am going well I just have started writing and using some of my bright sparks words.
Next steps my next steps are to finish my describe map and move on to writing on my iPad.
Artist:Harry Linley Richardson