The beautiful beaks of a colorful bird seeping through its nest, an intelligent igloo waiting for a calm snow polar bear, a zooming zebra across the cracked dusty desert, a creamy cookie, nice and warm, ticking time wanting to tick so fast that the will be no time left in a ticking day.

I want to paint 

a racing car as quick as a racing Cheetah trying to catch its slithering prey, a person screaming as loud as a laughing kookaburra, a mum or a dad working as busy as a buzzing bee waiting for nectar to grow, an icy freezer as cold as an icy, snowy, freezing winter’s day with icy drops on top of your window frame.

I want to paint the taste of milk chocolate, nice and fresh. I want to paint the smell of a creamy hot chocolate, nice and warm on a winter’s day. I want to paint the sound of a laughing kookaburra, waiting for food. I want to paint the impossibility of having magic powers, to save my time in the day. I want to paint the distance between now and my future. 

I want to paint the end of this poem