I want to paint a bush of rosy pink rhododendrons  with roots rotting along the floor.

I want to paint a towering tree being tested by the wind,

and a tiny trembling tree creeper climbing the tree.

I want to paint an alleyway as dark as the depths of the ocean.

I want to paint the melodic music enticing an audience like the charming of snakes.

I want to paint crowds like stampeding bulls towards stalls with piles of cash reaching the clouds.

I want to paint the soft cold taste as i bite into ice cream.

I want to paint the enticing smell of freshly mown grass.

I want to paint the sound of a goal in a nearby football pitch.

I want to paint the memory of the first time i felt my hamster.