I want to paint a crystal clear lake that shimmers in the sunlight. I want to paint a memory of my bunnies silk soft fur. I want to paint an oak tree swaying in the dancing wind.  I want to paint snowflakes falling elegantly from the royal blue sky. I want to paint clouds floating in the dead of the night. I want to paint a daffodil as golden as a lions mane. I want to paint the constellation outside my window.

I want to paint the end off this poem.