The little prune He was feeling lonely He was all alone He remembered when he used to be a grape Hanging out with his friends

The artistic flower Painting a self portrait To submit to Portrait Artist of the Year She has a flower power vibe

The green fingers of the talented witch She loved music all the way down to her bloody fingertips She started to play her magic piano

Dancing on stardust Psychedelic waves Eternal rippling puddles Pirouetting Jumping in the light fantastic Seeing the beautiful light

Standing to attention! Airforce, Navy and Army Above them the Red Arrows in the beautiful startling sunshine Flying by

otally blind to the world Her angel wings gradually gracefully unfurled She has no need to see She can always see nature’s natural beauty

I saw the tree fall right in front of me With such great a force I saw the bright cloudy blue sky Rip clean apart

Spinning the yarn Many colours spinning of yarn Rainbow colours of spinning yarn

Steam Punk girl with her hat with goggles and Ant Eater her travel companion Swirling around in a bath tub Their steam punk transport

I just wanted to go to the beach Have a stroll I was hungry I got something to eat Delicious fish and chips

The Bug Ball covered the delicious green leafy dance floor On the green leaves the insects boogied deep into the dark sparkling night

The Princess Swan and Little Fawn Such an unusual duet An individual dance of their very own The fawn standing proud and tall

On the golden glowing beautiful hill This is where your heartfelt deep red blood did spill This is now where deep red blood poppies grow

The fireworks dancer Born out of many beautiful white sparks She only has a moment to dance She only has a moment to live

The manikin She felt very cold and naked in her white and black heart material skin Her owner is not really into sewing

Gravity has sucked me in This solid thick bricked wall I’m trying hard to escape I push and pull

Meows in space Floating in canvas Light as a feather High in the colourful atmosphere

The Twig & Sprig The local miniature Florist A little bit quaint

The purple spider crawling back to her dark damp deep cave Cradling in her long hairy legs Her poor defenceless pray

Are we really living in a deep black galaxy tin? All the planets together crammed in a gigantic globe shaped tin