I want to paint…

I want to paint the star stoked sky glistening as the night passes by.I want to paint the silence of sunlight seeping through the clouds.I want to paint a vibrant yellow daffodil swaying in the wind.I want to paint a boat honling to the shore.

I want to paint granola falling into the bowl.i want to paint the water squirting out of a narwhals blowhole.I want to paint the sound of paper being cut with scissors on a school day.I want to paint the rubbish blowing around in the streets lonely as a bear hibernating alone in a cave.

I want to paint the snoring of an old man in his warm cozy bed.I want to paint the trees swooshing around in the warm breeze.I want to paint the cars in a big city honking at each other.

I want to paint a bee buzzing around my garden pollinating all the flowers.

I want to paint scarlet strawberries that make your taste buds tingle.I want to paint an armadillo curling up near a busy,loud road.I want to paint a cactus spiking passing leaves.

I want to paint the end of this poem.