Wings breed face.
All winds paint, eyes.
The sun rises like a clear wind.
The tranquil girl quietly views the moon.
The reef sails like a calm whale.
Trees fall like clear breezes.
Calm, warm lads quietly pull a relaxed, restful sun.
Work quickly like a loud pedestrian.
Desolation is a fast car.
Where is the dusty slum?
The loud sidewalk quickly hustles the guy.