I want to paint

I want to paint

My dog sleeping on my soft bed; the breeze gently wafting  into the room and the curtains dancing to the wind,

The smell of a volcano’s volcanic smoke and the difference of a fire burning ferociously on a hot dry day,

A yacht sailing on the calm, breezy sea as the whales swim joyfully and happily in the light blue Greek waves bedside it.

I want to paint

A volcano spitting out a dark, thick cloud of ash, sending night to the world as people panic.

A meteor sending itself to the Earth ferociously thought the Ozone layer with the light of its power.

A hawk diving down into its prey rabbit as it jumps as quick as a bullet mushroom.