I want to paint…

the feeling of the cold sea swirling and splashing around my ankles at the beach, on a hot summers day;

the sight of my puppy rolling in the long grass and barking in the warm sun,

the taste of melting chocolate as it dissolves on my tongue , making my mouth water.

I want to paint…

the memory of playing cards with my granddad on a rainy day, as my grandma makes a pot of tea,

the sight of an eagle soaring through the snow-covered valley as the sun beats down;

the drone of the plane flying through the fluffy clouds leaving a trail of its breath behind it;

I want to paint…

the smell of flowers crowding green fields as they sway in the wind – spreading happiness everywhere as little children sit laughing among the swathes of emerald,

kids screaming happily as they wiz down the zip wire on a happy day;

the grass dancing in the wind- as the sky shines sapphire blue- pleasing everyone around,

a little child sitting in the sun-lit woods reading her favourite book as birds sing and the trees whisper,

I want to paint…

the end of this poem…