The bike
reminds
me
of
when
I
go
down
hill
on
my
bike
The mountains remind me of sharp pencils
the snow
falls
down
to
the
ground
The pond is as light as rain
coming
down
to
the
ground
The bike reminds me of when I go uphill with my dad
The red apple as juicy as a green
apple
The mountains are a sharp knife