I want to paint the sound of pure green grass waving slowly around the dense jungle of australian air. The yellow vibrant sunflower of the beautiful parrys garden. A star as bright as a night light shining in the hushed dark of the clear night skies. The dotted stars scattered high above the village of farndon.

I want to keep the vivid colorful sunset gliding gently across the earth. The respect of the ancestry floating gracefully across the earth in the form of an invisible ghost. The past memories all bottled up in a tight jar painted by the best artists.A pet a never dying pet that will live all eternity. The solar system in a jar all the known planets all the dying stars.

I want to see the birdsong of the majestic robin in the winter snow covering all surroundings visible. The white air blowing away from the blazing sun shining as a beautiful star. The beauty of the unknown waiting to be discovered by us humans. The mysteries of the hidden universe like planets. A dying star shining too bright for all the light to be seen!

I want to paint the end of this poem.