Personification: The butterly converses with the flower about the upcoming hour.
Smell: Fresh tangerines filled the airs as the flower spoke.
Sight: It's wings were so transparent that you could look through them to the beauty on the other side.
Sound: A stream in the distance was heard as the water trickled over the rocky floor.
Taste: the sweet taste of nectar was slowly sipped out.
Touch: it was soft as silk.
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