A meadow of summer flowers
lived in the brushstrokes of my fingers
A sunrise along a mountain vista
rose in my eyes teary mist
When my soul glides to the heavenly sky
the Northern lights will still beam in my eyes
A living painting of my emotions crashed in the tide,
and my watercolors will find peace and subside
I drifted aimlessly through time,
when I needed was to look deep inside
I sought a perfect Nirvana, a resting place,
and I found it in my own landscape