I want to paint

the swirling sea glass like a wonderful ruby rose with a glow inside with a furious fire, the golden glitter of bees buzzing beautifully in the Emporium, a white snow drop drooping down, depressed with it perfect petals, a tree towering over the silo wets that lay on the ground, the shadows of grandad laying in the jumping jungle never to be forgotten.

I want to paint 

the world like a sad rain drop slithering down a window like a swirling snake, a letter that is brave like a grain of sand wondering when the water will envelop it, a flower,  like a silhouette stood in a field waiting for its loved one to come, a Tesla with vibrant colours like a rainbow piercing through the candy floss clouds.

I want to paint the sound of cow bells ringing like the birds singing in the middle of the night. I want to paint the smell of Yorkshire puddings freshly baked on hot summers day. I want to paint the taste of a hot chocolate with marshmallows on Christmas melting in your mouth. I want to paint the memory of sheep wool I have that has been shaved off and  it is  forgotten. I want to paint the distance between earth and the sun which is too far to touch. I want to paint the possibility of Covid free life like the 

impossibility of a leap year. 

I want to paint this poem over and over again.