I want to paint a tall, thick tree reaching high to the clouds,

A sweet, smooth strawberry hanging off a leaf, ready to drop as soon as it’s ripe,

The beautiful, blazing birds chirping in the leafy trees.

I want to paint the stars as gold as a penny,

A clock ticking as quiet as a mouse,

The huge trucks on the road like an elephant stampeding through the grassy plain.

I want to paint the taste an apple as juicy as fresh juice hanging off a tree,

I want to paint the sound of a chicken clucking along as it walks through the field.

I want to paint the difference between a frog croaking and a bird chirping.

I want to paint the end of this poem.