The Gentle Canopy
Beneath the boughs of ancient green,
Where dappled light and shade are seen,
I step away from rushing streams,
To walk within a world of dreams.
The forest asks for nothing more
Than footprints on the mossy floor.
Here, time dissolves in quiet space,
And stillness is the resting place.
I breathe the scent of pine and bark,
And listen to the soaring lark.
The rustling leaves a rhythm keep,
While rooted giants watch and sleep.
I bathe in peace, my spirit calm,
The emerald woods a healing balm.
In every shadow, every gleam,
I wake inside the forest's dream. The paintings are made with fluid acrylics and embroidery on raw hand-stretched canvas.
The frame is included.
20.5 x 20.5 x 1.5 inches
The Gentle Canopy
Beneath the boughs of ancient green,
Where dappled light and shade are seen,
I step away from rushing streams,
To walk within a world of dreams.
The forest asks for nothing more
Than footprints on the mossy floor.
Here, time dissolves in quiet space,
And stillness is the resting place.
I breathe the scent of pine and bark,
And listen to the soaring lark.
The rustling leaves a rhythm keep,
While rooted giants watch and sleep.
I bathe in peace, my spirit calm,
The emerald woods a healing balm.
In every shadow, every gleam,
I wake inside the forest's dream. The paintings are made with fluid acrylics and embroidery on raw hand-stretched canvas.
The frame is included.
20.5 x 20.5 x 1.5 inches
