Along The Wooded Path

The forest holds its breath in green,

Where moss and lichen weave unseen.

A trail winds on through timeworn tread—

Its silence thick, its branches spread.

But off the path, where shadows creep,

Wooden steps rise, soft and steep.

They stray from routes the feet have known,

Toward mystery, moss, and silence grown.

So choose your way—remain or roam,

The forest whispers: both are home.

Size: 272 x 184 mm

Acrylic on 360 gsm acrylic paper

Date: 2023

unmounted/unframed