I want to paint…

I want to paint –

a beam of sunlight seeping through the cracks of the window sill;

a waterfall full of waves falling into an unknown territory;

a scarlet starfish stuck to the bottom of the vast ocean;

and sweet silly birds singing unknown songs;

I want to paint –

the fluffy clouds blowing away like leaves being blown by a leaf-blower;

a pride of peacocks patterned feathers like a portal that never ends;

a pencil that is perfectly pointed like a shark’s tooth ready to rip through its prey;

and a bunch of orchids blowing in the direction of the wind like they are dancing  in the moonlight.

I want to paint 

the sound of a birds humming songs as they fly past;

the taste of a refreshing bowl full of fruit;

the smell of fresh air blowing into the vast forest;

the impossibility of gravity and anti gravity clashing together;

and the distance between myself and the high mountains leaning towards me.