I want to paint… By Isaac and Connor

I want to paint the smell of Indian spices sweet as nectar but as hot as the desert.

I want to paint a swan smoothly swimming across the still pond as clear as a clean crystal.

I want to paint the feel of silky scarlet strawberries freshly picked from an allotment as old as anyone could remember

I want to paint red roses scattered across a field and their petals as red as blood and as scrunched up as paper.

I want to paint a fierce wolf stood proud on a cliff with its nose shimmering in the moonlight but its eyes as dark as the night.

I want to paint the shiny substance of gold shimmering in the far-down mine with diamonds as clear as a clean window.

I want to paint the feel of snow colder than ice but as soft and silky as a sheep’s wool.

I want to paint the glistening waves going faster than a cheetah and as elegant as a swan.

I want to paint the comforting crackle of a flame waving around like a tree on a windy day.

I want to paint a warm comforting forest with animals as diverse as blue and red and water with a calming trickle upon the sharp rocks and the smell of freshly fallen rain.