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…