I want to paint the start.

I want to paint shadows of the bright colourful grass slowly swaying in the hot, bright sunlight.

. I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass crawling up my nose.

I want to paint the sound of hyenas fighting wrecklously over food like Americans fighting over burgers.

I want to paint the thick funky trees with bold, brown branches that are being pushed about in the wind.

I want to paint a wooden raft flowing in the ocean while people on the beach are watching.

I want to paint the green fast German and British planes dogfighting till death like wasps.

I want to paint the shimmering shining stars glazing down at earth floating in the solar system.

I want to paint the end.