Wilderness Way By Bob Ross (1994)
The trees whisper in silence of the valley,
An unbeaten path curving through the bushes hidden from the world,
Mist that flows through the leaves to create a glossy glow,
Mountains looking up towards the sky.
Life begins to flows with the stroke of a brush,
Golden accents in the tall pine leaves.
A stream flows in the distance resembling a mirror,
Reflecting the beauty of what the untouched world holds.
Nothing is out of place.
Every rock and every leaf has a place to stay.
Watching him gently glide over the canvas,
Finding peace and tranquility in his work,
This is where nature sings,
In Wilderness Way.
Your poem captures the calm and peaceful essence of Bob Ross’s artwork. How you describe the mist, the golden accents, and the flowing stream makes me feel like I am stepping into the painted landscape. I also liked the line ‘Nothing is out of place’ because it reminds me of how he always made every detail seem necessary within the art. Your poem also reflects Bob Ross’s philosophy that there are no mistakes in nature, just happy accidents. Really well done!