Sill as a standing scare crow with his skin coloured turquoise blue.
Tough as nails with its hard stone body.
Around in the garden reminding everyone about him. In the plants. Everywhere we look, we see him.
Telling the world its story just by looks and pride, engraved in his blue stone heart of leadership.
Under the clouds, standing high. Being proud of what he did. Saying you can be just like him in anyway possibly you can.
Everyone takes photos for the memory of his bravery and joy to the world. He is our idol. We bow to him.
Nice, good descriptive words
Amelia, it’s really cool how you decided to switch it up a bit and not just do a story but a poem.