I want to paint the blazing celestial fireball, spreading Sunday’s everywhere in Summer,
fresh blooms growing in the fields full of flowers swaying side to side in the gentle breeze ,
and the bright sun reflecting its sun rays on the Indian Ocean .
I want to paint leaves from bare trees floating in the gentle breeze as it encounters a busy street,
people rushing to see a race car going as fast as it can on the smoky race track to claim first place ,
and the sound of my favourite band playing, as I stand with my family and numerous fans.
I want to paint the smell of fresh fish and chips filling up my nostrils as it gets soaked in gravy for my tea as I eagerly wait in temptation for it to cool down .
I want to paint the sound of thunder and rain , slashing on my bedroom window as I lay under the duvet of my bed in fear.
I want to paint myself in my pyjamas, eating freshly baked biscuits from the oven , drinking hot chocolate as hot as the blazing sun shining as bright as it can .
I want to paint glistening snow drops swaying gracefully in the gentle breeze .
I want to paint the sound of a hawk , screeching and surrounding it’s prey .
I want to paint a giraffe towering over leaves from a tree.
I want to paint elephants, lumbering wherever they proceed.
I want to paint the wonderful weathers I see in my life.