I want to paint

I want to paint a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings across the night sky. I want to paint a crisp packet. A shimmering dolphin swimming in the bright ocean, The wind slowly swishing, And an apple shining like a star.

I want to keep

I want to keep the touch of the moon as it sparkles with delight. I want to keep the fresh new strawberries as they are grown, The colour green as the grass, And all the words behind my back.

I want to feel

I want to feel the chocolate in my throat, The soft sand in between my toes. I want to feel my feet crushing the shells.

Imogen