I want to paint,

a ferocious firework flying under the mysterious moon,

an amazing Axolotl gracefully gliding across a starlit lake,

a roaring rocket soaring past many anonymous galaxies,

the smell of melted magnificent chocolate eating our noses.

I want to paint,

a dark abandoned graveyard as creepy as a horror movie,

a colossal, ice-capped mountain standing as proud as a cat on a fence,

a glowing scarlet balloon that looks just like a succulent red apple,

a wild stunning waterfall that cascades into the void of nothingness like a bonkers alien.

I want to paint,

the taste of my Nana’s cakes-mouth watering,

the harmony of the rainforest soothing my soul,

the smell of Avenham Park packed with people,

I want to paint the end of a hazardous highway.