Forgotten Plant
In the heart of a cavern, untouched by time, a forgotten plant grew in solitude. Its emerald leaves, soft and waxy, caught the faintest glimmers of light filtering through cracks in the cave ceiling. No one knew how it had come to be there, or how it thrived in the darkness, but its roots had found life in the mineral-rich water dripping from ancient stone.
Centuries passed then one day, a lost wounded traveler stumbled into the cavern. Their torchlight igniting a cascade of shimmering green across its leaves.
The traveler, weary and injured, collapsed beside it, his breath shallow.
As he lay there, the plant's glow seemed to brighten, its leaves exuding a faint, soothing warmth. A single droplet of water trickled from the cave's ceiling, landing on the traveler’s outstretched hand, mingling with the plant’s essence. Slowly, his wounds began to mend, his strength returning like a tide.
When he awoke, the glow had faded, the plant as still and silent as before. Grateful but bewildered, he made his way out of the cave, his body healed and his spirit lighter. The plant remained in the darkness, its mysterious gift shared only with those who truly needed it.
In the heart of a cavern, untouched by time, a forgotten plant grew in solitude. Its emerald leaves, soft and waxy, caught the faintest glimmers of light filtering through cracks in the cave ceiling. No one knew how it had come to be there, or how it thrived in the darkness, but its roots had found life in the mineral-rich water dripping from ancient stone.
Centuries passed then one day, a lost wounded traveler stumbled into the cavern. Their torchlight igniting a cascade of shimmering green across its leaves.
The traveler, weary and injured, collapsed beside it, his breath shallow.
As he lay there, the plant's glow seemed to brighten, its leaves exuding a faint, soothing warmth. A single droplet of water trickled from the cave's ceiling, landing on the traveler’s outstretched hand, mingling with the plant’s essence. Slowly, his wounds began to mend, his strength returning like a tide.
When he awoke, the glow had faded, the plant as still and silent as before. Grateful but bewildered, he made his way out of the cave, his body healed and his spirit lighter. The plant remained in the darkness, its mysterious gift shared only with those who truly needed it.
In the heart of a cavern, untouched by time, a forgotten plant grew in solitude. Its emerald leaves, soft and waxy, caught the faintest glimmers of light filtering through cracks in the cave ceiling. No one knew how it had come to be there, or how it thrived in the darkness, but its roots had found life in the mineral-rich water dripping from ancient stone.
Centuries passed then one day, a lost wounded traveler stumbled into the cavern. Their torchlight igniting a cascade of shimmering green across its leaves.
The traveler, weary and injured, collapsed beside it, his breath shallow.
As he lay there, the plant's glow seemed to brighten, its leaves exuding a faint, soothing warmth. A single droplet of water trickled from the cave's ceiling, landing on the traveler’s outstretched hand, mingling with the plant’s essence. Slowly, his wounds began to mend, his strength returning like a tide.
When he awoke, the glow had faded, the plant as still and silent as before. Grateful but bewildered, he made his way out of the cave, his body healed and his spirit lighter. The plant remained in the darkness, its mysterious gift shared only with those who truly needed it.
40” x 30”
Acrylic & Oil On Canvas
Artist: Tobie Hall