I want to paint

I want to paint the smell of smoke in the air after a dangerous forest fire wiping out all of the tall trees,

the warmth of a hot chocolate in my hands and in my mouth on a cold winter’s night,

the last leaf falling of the tree at the tip top of the hill,

a log cabin in a frosty taiga with an elegant fire,

and a jungle where the clouds cry out the rain.

I want to paint the silence of Remembrance Day with Flanders Field,

a cheetah trying to beat its record and run as fast as a plane,

the room of a young child; a pigsty,

a luxurious field with a lake and a river with lots of trees and flowers,

the galaxy with purple stripes and hundreds of stars being explored by people like The Guardians Of The Galaxy,

I want to paint all of my pets new or old in superhero poses.

I want to paint a family of lolly-pops in a factory.

I want to paint a pyramid built by Menacing Mayans.

I want to paint my house, however it’s on a mountain.

You should paint who you want to be!