The sadness of puppies sounds like a baby crying for it’s bottle

The enemy of green hides between the little cracks on the sidewalks

A star sounds like a bright yellow lemon being squeezed into a pitcher

A circle smells like the hula hoop swinging around my waist

Mischief smells like rotten food in the garbage

A new idea feels like a shock of electricity moving through the body

If you look underneath peace, you might hear a loud roar for a dinosaur

When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as a honey bee, sweet and yellow

When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find a bird chirping a song  

A baby’s cry is bright yellow from the glare of the sunshine