A graceful, leaping lion watching over its pride,
The loud, angry thunder disturbing the silence.
I want to paint the feel of relaxation after dark hits,
Like the warm feeling of a blanket protecting you at night.
A comforting dream about the fluffy clouds.
I want to paint the blinding brightness of the sun waking you up in the morning.
The nice feeling of the first stretch at sunrise,
A nice morning exercise and the day going by swiftly.
I want to paint the end of this poem.