I want to paint the joy of my fluffy dog jumping in a colourful pile of leaves.

I want to paint the splitting pain down the side of me as I sit and watch the comedy.

I want to paint the loud silence coming in from around me, nothing said from anyone.

I want to paint a big bushy brown bear looking up to the night sky.

I want to paint a peacock spreading out its majestic feathers with the sun reflecting on the grass.

I want to paint a snake slithering through the long and tall grass, looking for prey.

I want to paint the taste of a Sunday roast dinner, with smoke coming out of it like the smoke from a wildfire.

I want to paint the end of this poem.