I want to paint a wild cheetah rushing through the savannah grassland, a majestic eagle soaring through the daylight sky staring at its prey, the iridescent ocean as clear as a crystal washing on the golden sand, a zooming Lamborghini flying down the M4 with a golden rims

I want to paint a slithering snake going through the long grass of the savannah, the memory of this poem, the end were corona is gone.

I want to paint the end of this poem.