I want to paint,

the beauty of butterflies blowing in the whispering wind,

lilac, amber and azure flowers floating their petals in the clear coral sky, 

fluffy foxes purring to be cuddled and bunnies hopping happily for atention,

funny fairies floating high talking in their sympathetic language about the queen of the land

and strawberry plants growing on towering trees sweetening their tasty taste.

I want to paint,

the coral reef like a snake statue,

sharks like robbers lurking in sunken ships,

mermaids like humans with a waterproof costume,

sunken ships like haunted houses 

and clams like treasure chests with poison.

I want to paint  the smell of appetising goodies being cooked.

I want to paint the taste of the fresh clean air in the cosy living room.

I want to paint the touch of the comfortable bed positioned in the centre of the room.

I want to paint the sound of the music coming from my garden.

I want to paint the food being put in my garden to taste.

I want to paint the end of this poem.