I want to paint…

I want to paint –
a speedy sports car zooming through the city streets;
a pretty parrot perched amongst the foliage of the trees;
and a ripe ruby red apple waiting to be eaten.

I want to paint –
a terrifying tiger terrorizing the streets of London like bull in a china shop; 
the shard in London standing out bigger than all of the other buildings like a giant at a circus;
and a sweet strawberry freshly picked in a garden as beautiful as a night’s sky.

I want to paint –
the taste of a cherry pie and the sweetness of it;
the smell of a freshly baked christmas cake;
and the sight of a shooting star zooming across the sky.

I want to paint the end of this poem.