Listen Original Canvas
This piece was created with green earth paint and acrylic.
Accompanying Creative Writing:
The trees listen as the roots whisper,
Telling their story of the land,
As they twist and turn beneath the Earth,
The sweet sound of wisdom seeps in,
Who to trust,
Who to shield from,
Who to be strong for,
Who to care for,
The roots bear the fruit of memory,
Throughout the times of drought they support each other,
And through abundance they expand proudly, being the strength for their greatness above.
Helping, healing, holding and breathing.
Breathing in the darkness to purify the old so you may live another day.
The knowledge passes from the great mother through the forest to all who will listen and feel.
The blessings of rain dance upon the surface feeding the roots below… and they grow,
Growing bigger and stronger as they weave throughout each other.
Bare your feet in the dirt, my friend,
Feel the stories they tell,
For your healing is found in the roots.
This piece was created with green earth paint and acrylic.
Accompanying Creative Writing:
The trees listen as the roots whisper,
Telling their story of the land,
As they twist and turn beneath the Earth,
The sweet sound of wisdom seeps in,
Who to trust,
Who to shield from,
Who to be strong for,
Who to care for,
The roots bear the fruit of memory,
Throughout the times of drought they support each other,
And through abundance they expand proudly, being the strength for their greatness above.
Helping, healing, holding and breathing.
Breathing in the darkness to purify the old so you may live another day.
The knowledge passes from the great mother through the forest to all who will listen and feel.
The blessings of rain dance upon the surface feeding the roots below… and they grow,
Growing bigger and stronger as they weave throughout each other.
Bare your feet in the dirt, my friend,
Feel the stories they tell,
For your healing is found in the roots.