I want to paint my fluffy Newfoundland Rose jumping up at me when I come back from school.

I want to paint the salty, blue sea calm and quiet like a silence in the night.

I want to paint stars laying down on the inky, black night sky.

I want to paint the deepest dept of the deep, dark ocean, the midnight zone where creatures of the unknown hide. 

I want to paint a Shire horse galloping through a wide open field, its wavy mane and tail floating in the wind behind it.

I want to paint the taste of freshly picked strawberries mixed with rich cream and sparkly sugar like millions of tiny diamonds.

I want to paint the taste of warm waffles spreaded with Nutella and sprinkled with powdered sugar.

I want to paint the taste of summer fruits, all colliding against my tongue as if they were making a smoothie in a blender.

I want to paint the sound of snow crunching under my feet as I walk through a snow covered forest, like a winter wonderland. 

I want to paint the sound of the waves lapping inside a shell like a whole new world.

I want to paint the sound of howler monkeys howling in the night.

I want to paint the end of this poem.