The Painting

I look before me
And all i can see
Is an empty canvas
Of what is to be

With a brush in my hand
And paints at my side
I begin to paint
With my heart as my guide

I close my eyes
And dip my brush
And with the first stoke
Comes a silent hush

Me and my thougths
Are all that exists
With snow covered mountains
Surrounded by mist

A comfortable silence
The only sounds heard
Is the soft blowing breeze
And the wings of a bird

A life without pressure
With tranquillity and thought
It's what everyone wants
But it cannot be bought

You must look deep
Into your heart and soul
Many have searched
And not reached this goal

When i opened my eyes
Oh, what a sight to be seen
My snow covered mountains
And pastures of green

I've searched for this place
For years and so hard
But only discovered
I had painted my yard

So on your journey
To find your dreams
Just open your eyes
Cause homes not what it seems

This may be the place
you've searched for for years
For what you never beleived
Could be so near