What are big? A quad going through the road and the big blue sky.

What are small? A robin soaring through the woods and a tired person’s sigh.

What are loud? The sound of metal scraping against the wall and a big thump of confidence dropping down.

What are quiet? The sound of a weeping person’s dripping tears and a person whispering something bad behind someone’s back.

What is dark? The pitch-black room with zero light roaming in and a rebellious child’s corrupted heart.

What are bright? A shiny quartz’s blinding reflection and an artist’s touching art.

What are hot? Mount Vesuvius’ lava splashing around and a Carolina reaper chili waiting for someone to fall in its spicy trap.

What are cold? The freezing temperature of Antarctica and a straight deny.

I want to paint a cruel cat crying crankily ,
A sallow snake sallying and a rotten rapscallion rat .

I want to paint a beautiful crested wren with scarlet wings like wrecking flames ,
A silver salmon jumping up in the river like an eruption of blue and a bear bellowing bravely .

I want to paint a chair filled with hope ,
A tempting tower of tense and a lorry made of lasting sunlight .

I want to paint a library of apocalypses ,
An encyclopedia of missing memories and a cop of censorious .

I want to paint a lotus in the pond as it drifts with beauty ,
The sun in the sky like a ball of fire and shells on the beach waiting for people to collect them .