Silence of sunlight

I want to paint the memory of when a majestic fox ate  food in front of me and my family.

I want to paint the sight of the  baby turtle scuttled across the Sandy beach and into the baby, blue ocean.

I want to paint the swarming bees dashing around into the phosphorescent flowers as the beautiful, stunning pastel sky  layed on the beach.

I want to paint the day when me and my family went to France and got to ride in a speedboat that skimmed quickly across the sea.

I want to paint the yellow heart of a daffodil like a golden eye trapped inside a trumpet.

I want to paint a fluffy, fuzzy Dalmatian that is as tall as a person standing up.

I want to paint the happiness of children’s faces at the playground. As they were laughing and giggling.

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass swaying from side to side in the breezy wind.

I want to paint the silence of sunlight seeping through the window panes, catching motes of dust shimmering.

I want to paint the beautiful sky laying on the beach while the water ripples gently.

I want to paint the smell of biscuits that crumble into little pieces when you take one.

Silence of sunlight

I want to paint the memory of when a majestic fox ate  food in front of me and my family.

I want to paint the sight of the  baby turtle scuttled across the Sandy beach and into the baby, blue ocean.

I want to paint the swarming bees dashing around into the phosphorescent flowers as the beautiful, stunning pastel sky  layed on the beach.

I want to paint the day when me and my family went to France and got to ride in a speedboat that skimmed quickly across the sea.

I want to paint the yellow heart of a daffodil like a golden eye trapped inside a trumpet.

I want to paint a fluffy, fuzzy Dalmatian that is as tall as a person standing up.

I want to paint the happiness of children’s faces at the playground. As they were laughing and giggling.

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass swaying from side to side in the breezy wind.

I want to paint the silence of sunlight seeping through the window panes, catching motes of dust shimmering.

I want to paint the beautiful sky laying on the beach while the water ripples gently.

I want to paint the smell of biscuits that crumble into little pieces when you take one.