How do I paint this?

Colors and shadows,
all within my sight.
Some from memory,
some from outside.

Each and every sunset,
with each and every cloud.
Swirling around in my head,
for time and time and time.

Fields of new blossoms.
and twigs with a few leaves.
Waiting to be touched
by all the passing hearts.

I look up to the mountain peaks,
and down into rich valleys.
Rivers rushing, and swirling,
clear and full of life.

How do I paint this?
This bright world before me?
How do I gather it all,
and take it home?

My easel stands quietly,
watching the world with me.
My brush rests in my hand,
and just takes it all in.

We look on in awe,
with almost too much to take in.
Is it more than I saw before,
the last time I woke up?

Someday, I will paint all of this,
from somewhere within myself.
I can pass on my visions,
and these gifts before me.

What more can I do,
to help my children smile?
But to bring this awesome world
into my quiet home?