I want to paint…

I want to paint a stalking snake slowly slithering behind a small mouse.

I want to paint the sun rays slowly seeping through the glass panes of a museum as it casts a shadow on the towering T-Rex.

I want to paint a night blue canoe slowly cruising across a lake.

I want to paint the space between the German bombers and the sound of the people in London rushing into their shelters.

I want to paint the memory of going to Spain and jumping into the lovely swimming pool.

I want to paint a world with no litter, violence or weapons.

I want to paint a succulent honeycomb with golden honey oozing out as the bees swarm around it.

I want to paint Godzilla breathing its atomic breath over the roofs of Hong Kong.

I want to paint a field of multi-coloured flowers dancing with the wind as an empty swing hangs under the towering tree.

I want to paint golden syrup drizzling down a maple tree.

I want to paint the end of this poem.