Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph

As my feet hit the ground

And the sweat runs down my face

The heat outside it like the sun itself

I look to rest

Under the great oak tree as old as time

As I sit I unzip my bag

I pull out the ice cold drink

As I hear the hiss as I pop it open

My mouth waters as if I swallowed a ocean

Soon the tatse of a watermelon flows down my thraot

The cold juice is like a shield to this heat

As they battle like World War 1

I feel the cold as it beats the heat

I lay back and look to the sky

My eyes close and I fall into a deep slumber

As if I was a bear going into winter hibernation

Waiting to be awakened by the great heat

For I know it will return