I want to paint…

I want to paint –

the sizzling sausages on the fire in the sunrise, ejecting steam and smell;
A cloud touching the tip of a tall mountain and a rainbow wrapping its arms around the bottom;,  
a roblox character smiling down at small, scared children in pushchairs;
The house walking around the water washing its body.
A cake satisfyingly being cut; 

A tree’s arms out like it’s asking for a hug;
A full shopping centre, shoving and pushing like it’s black friday;

A crisp packet flying around as if it’s on a long journey around the world;

A shark chasing a fish like its playing a game of it;

A giraffe reaching up as if its reaching for the stars; 

The odour of oranges peeling of their coats;

The impossibility of the past and future of the world; 

The memories of my Nan sitting on her chair, drinking tea and biscuits;

The flavour of my favourite food;

The feeling of rough paper with sheep fur on top