I want to paint…
I want to paint…
I want to paint sly snakes sneakily slithering towards a small mouse, jaw-dropping jaguars delicately dreaming, beautiful birds somersaulting soundlessly across the sunset sky, boxing beetles boringly bashing at one another, raging rabbits running after each other, boisterous badgers mud-wrestling in a ditch and a cheeky cheetah chasing a gazelle across the Sahara.
I want to paint the feeling of a tree’s bark on a warm summer morning, ecstatic ivy creeping its way over the ruins of a once great castle, rose buds opening their eyes to the beautiful golden rays, the emerald green grass dancing to the song of the wind, ripe apples glinting in the light and the bushes laughing as the wind rustles their leaves.
I want to paint the perfect reflection of the magic moon on a calm sea, pink coral smiling as multi-coloured fish seek cover from predators, baby turtles crawling to the sea, rainbow oil shining as boats run across the water and sea weed waving to the gentle current.
I want to paint the end of this poem.
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