I want to paint

I want to paint:

the smell of hot chocolate on Christmas as I open my presents,

the taste of chocolate on Easter as I stuff it in my face,

the memory of my first day of school the memory of my 5^th birthday seeing a new bike,

a silver statue wearing a suit, as still as a wall,

I want to paint:

a colossal birch tree like a giant colossal mountain,

an enormous table serving 15 hungry people,

the friendship between me and Daniel,

a water fall flowing majestically down into a vast turquoise lake,