I want to paint – the silence of a gentle sunset’s dying flames failing to keep itself up above the country. I want to paint – the midnight sky holding over millions of stars in its arms. I want to paint – the sunrise finally pulling itself up over the countries whilst the birds tweet with happiness. I want to paint – the baby blue sky filled with thousands of puffy clouds that separate every minute.

 I want to paint – a  soft paradise that is sitting on the sea, floating like a feather. A volcano standing tall and proud in the centre. Mysterious birds never seen before in the majestic forest.