The painting

Happened to see a beautiful painting
I lost in thought as if I was dreaming
I wish I was a colour in making
That blissfully beautiful painting

At first I looked from far away
And then I came little closer
Stunned by the marvellous beauty
Carved out of mere paint and paper

Its theme, the joy of hungry sheep
Feasting the meadows of hilly slop
And glowing ball of crimson red
Going down the rocky thread

Away stands a lonely tree
Not so lonely as u can see
Houses a pair of cherping birds
Feeding newborn beaks with fruits

Between the tree and flocks of sheep
Flows a stream that run so steep
To the end of that rocky curve
And seems to make a foamy cloud


I wish I could be a gust of wind
That blows over this sweetest scene
Or just a drop of mixed paint
And dissolve into this rosewood frame.