I want to paint…

I want to paint –
an enormous tree tickling the silver lined clouds;
a  dopey dog  dozing in the chair;
and a brilliant book full of magic and mystery.

I want to paint-
the  white fluffy clouds like candy floss from a fair;
the night stars that twinkle like diamonds;
and the bright sun is as golden as sand.

 I want to paint a crisp green apple, crunch with my teeth.
 I want to paint the smell of a lovely red poppy.
l want to paint the sound of a racing motorbike.