I want to paint

I want to paint a magnificent meadow of  tall standing sunflowers that are swishing strongly and stubbornly in the wind like a ballet dancer preforming the nutcracker at the queens palace, the calming  sunset reflecting on the rippled water like a curious colorful rainbow in the secretive sky,                             a blossom as white as can be ,swaying from side to side like a bride and groom at a slow dance at flower field barn,                                                                                                                                                                            the citrus taste of blackberry ice cream from the ice cream shop called Cones of Joy,

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass whispering to each other like cheeky children playing Chinese whispers,                                                                                                                                                              the taste of scrumptious strawberries that are sat in a small bowl on the window sill,                                      the magnificent view of the ocean and the beach from the top of a curious cliff,                                                the smell of my grandmas rhubarb and custard pie as I sit on the sofa watching television

I want to paint the impossibility of the worlds combining like paint on a painting pallet that has sat in the scolding sun,                                                                                                                                                                the memory of Llandudno as the waves are flowing friendly towards the sand on the beautiful beach like bubbles in a bath,                                                                                                                                                               the distance between looking at the train map and people rushing towards the terrified train,                    the log fire burning softly in the winter evening.

I want to paint the end of this poem