I want to paint.

I want to paint-

The glimmering moonlight refection on the corner of the clear stony river,

The silence of nature on a cold summer’s morning,

The beauty of burgundy on a red panda’s body like a flame,

A delirious dragon protecting it’s treasure,

A lazy lion sleeping deeply in the warm African sun.

I want to paint-

The sunrise like embers growing as quickly as our parents say we grow,

The leaves blowing gracefully across my nan and grandads front garden like a fairy,

A pair of mysterious eyes glowing gloriously in the cold night air.

I want to paint you a picture with this poem.