I want to paint

a vast, tropical rainforest in green, whilst the towering trees sway gracefully in the cool, crisp wind, as it dares to tease and traumatize the wild tendrils, 

the chirping of the birds singing their morning song, like a choir in the church performing there well rehearsed and peaceful lyrics,  

the bursting smell of luminescent flowers hiding in the calming, silent heart of the woods,  

the sight of a weak, flimsy tree swaying in the harsh wind elegantly, like ballerinas performing their early morning pirouettes,

and the feeling of a warm, comforting hug from my mum, like a baby kangaroo snugg in its mothers pouch,