I want to paint-

optimistic octopuses splashing in the depths of the moonlit ocean,

Ladybirds crawling up a succulent leaf in the brightness of the sun.

The taste of an ice cream- sunday dancing in the wind and

the memory of a velociraptor flying in the cold, airy breeze.

Insects getting crunched into a froggie’s stomach and

autumn leaves fluttering in the window-pane.

I want to paint the end of this poem…