I want to paint the world

I want to paint a towering, tremendous tree, glistening in the sunlight like a drop of rain.

I want to paint a common oak tree losing all its acorns in amazing, aesthetic autumn.

I want to paint conker’s dropping of a tree in the shimmering light moon.

I want to paint a sycamore tree losing all of its leaves in wonderful, whooshing winter.

I want to paint tinsel shimmering in the cold sun as bright as crystal clear water.

I want to paint big, baubles as clear as a mirror after it just got cleaned.

I want to paint a shimmering, secret star that nobody can look at because it is as bright as the sun.

I want to paint a crackling fire as warm as a hot chocolate that has just came out of the kettle.

I want to paint soft, silky spring chicks jumping around like a rabbit.

I want to paint a happy, hogging hedgehog hibernating in winter while lying down in the autumn leaves.

I want to paint a big, brown bear that was chasing a snow boarder as fast as the bear could run.

I want to paint a picky, peaceful penguin feeding its baby’s with all the mushed up fish the penguin caught.