I want to paint…poem.

I want to paint the gorgeous, glimmering ocean as bright as the blue sky on a boiling hot summer day. I want to paint the silence of a courtroom as the judge reveals the choice of weather the criminal is guilty or not. I want to paint a colourful parrot squawking in the air trying to impress a girl who was perched on a branch.

I want to paint my uncles labrador pouncing on a miniscule mouse. I want to paint the moment when you have your first kiss on a crimson, beautiful sunset. I want to paint the screams of Mrs Walker as the child weeped in fear.

I want to paint the great, growling gorilla’s roar ringing out from the jungle. I want to paint the sound of a voice of steel, like a jagged knife being dragged across a boulder. I want to paint a shimmering tear rolling down someones smooth, pale cheek onto the hard floor

I want to paint the moment when this poem ends.