Salix
We heard about an ancient grove called Salix of whispering trees and decided to set out to explore it.
When we arrived the air will filled with the scent of sweet summer flowers. Wandering deep into the grove our fingers trailed along the rough bark of the trees. The trees stood like ancient guardians, their trunks gnarled and twisted with age. We listened to the voices of the forest sing like a gentle symphony.
Ahead a narrow path emerged through to a clearing. The air was cooler and the light softer. At the end of the path a lone tree more magnificent than we had ever seen. Beneath the tree was a crystal clear pond, its surface reflecting the sky.
We sat beneath the shade losing track of time entranced by the magic of Salix. The tranquility of the grove seeped into our souls.
The sun began to set and we knew it was time to leave. Walking back through the grove the whispers of the forest seemed to follow, a gentle reminder of the peace we had found.
Emerging from the grove, the modern world came rushing back into focus. But Salix stayed with us. A secret sanctuary that left an indelible mark on our souls.
We heard about an ancient grove called Salix of whispering trees and decided to set out to explore it.
When we arrived the air will filled with the scent of sweet summer flowers. Wandering deep into the grove our fingers trailed along the rough bark of the trees. The trees stood like ancient guardians, their trunks gnarled and twisted with age. We listened to the voices of the forest sing like a gentle symphony.
Ahead a narrow path emerged through to a clearing. The air was cooler and the light softer. At the end of the path a lone tree more magnificent than we had ever seen. Beneath the tree was a crystal clear pond, its surface reflecting the sky.
We sat beneath the shade losing track of time entranced by the magic of Salix. The tranquility of the grove seeped into our souls.
The sun began to set and we knew it was time to leave. Walking back through the grove the whispers of the forest seemed to follow, a gentle reminder of the peace we had found.
Emerging from the grove, the modern world came rushing back into focus. But Salix stayed with us. A secret sanctuary that left an indelible mark on our souls.
We heard about an ancient grove called Salix of whispering trees and decided to set out to explore it.
When we arrived the air will filled with the scent of sweet summer flowers. Wandering deep into the grove our fingers trailed along the rough bark of the trees. The trees stood like ancient guardians, their trunks gnarled and twisted with age. We listened to the voices of the forest sing like a gentle symphony.
Ahead a narrow path emerged through to a clearing. The air was cooler and the light softer. At the end of the path a lone tree more magnificent than we had ever seen. Beneath the tree was a crystal clear pond, its surface reflecting the sky.
We sat beneath the shade losing track of time entranced by the magic of Salix. The tranquility of the grove seeped into our souls.
The sun began to set and we knew it was time to leave. Walking back through the grove the whispers of the forest seemed to follow, a gentle reminder of the peace we had found.
Emerging from the grove, the modern world came rushing back into focus. But Salix stayed with us. A secret sanctuary that left an indelible mark on our souls.
24” x 18”
Acrylic On Canvas
Artist: The Immortal