I want to paint the lonely blossom tree like a pink teardrop falling slowly to its death.

I want to paint the magpie’s wing as the flames dance to the top of the pot.

I want to paint the glowing moon that glissins and brings light to the night and secretly spies in the day.

I want to paint the tiny harmless and massive spiders that creep in the night and scuttle away in the day

I want to paint the fluffy bunny tail like a white fluff ball that wiggles with the little bunny as it  runs with joy.

I want to paint the beautiful birds that fly with their mothers and grow up to be amazing women and men.

I want to paint the library of thoughts with lonely lost thoughts and bright amazing ideas.