I want to paint the wondrous blue Atlantic ocean flowing slowly like a tortoise to the end of the endless world.

I want to paint the amazing smell and taste of foods scattered around the world like mice running in different directions.

I want to paint the changing seasons coming and going like Christmas.

I want to paint a raging storm coming quickly but not quietly towards you like an angry mother.

I want to paint a dying star whose light now flickers like a broken lightbulb.

I want to paint a yellow young bee who thinks very small of himself.

I want to paint the sound of a howling great lonely timber wolf in the dead of night where only the moon stands bright.

I want to paint a lone wolf walking calmly in the white cold snow with its dark snowy fur glistening like the full moon shining in the hopeless black night 

I want to paint a courageous roaring lion the sound of thunder and it’s gold crested fur as gold as the sun.

I want to paint a lovely sunrise coming up from the east as its golden light pushes away the darkness.

I want to paint shooting stars whizzing by then disappearing there shine as hot as living fire.