Original painting "Cycles"

Original painting

" Cycles"  

The ancient oak, with hollowed heart,

Once stood as guardian, now apart,

Its bark turns pale, its branches bend,

In mornings mist, they sing their mourn,

Of blooms that wither, leaves that torn,

The mushrooms rise, a silver thread,

From earth where fae and roots are met,

A circle drawn, where time unwinds,

To turn to dust, yet bind the minds.

For in their fading, life renews,

A cycle old, a dance of hues,

The fae know well, the end is near,

But in decay, the future’s clear.

So with a sigh, they fade and fall,

To rest within the night’s soft call,

Their magic lingers, soft and sweet,

In every decay, their spirits meet.

Maat / size: 

Gesigneerd / signed 

Materiaal / materials: papier, frame, acrylverf, potlood / paper, frame, acrylpaint, pencils.

* disclaimer: kleuren kunnen in echt wat afwijken van de foto's / colors can vary a bit in real life.