Flight Of The Ladybird

The stream runs clear through moss and stone,

Its voice a whisper all its own.

The waterfall, a silver thread,

Spills dreams where quiet thoughts are fed.

Among the grass, the world takes flight—

A place where daydreams bloom in light.

And from the bank, a ladybird

Bears forth a warrior, vision stirred.

His axe held firm, his gaze quite mean,

He guards the borders of the green.

Born from a child’s enchanted view,

Where forest turns to something new.

 Size: 60x42cm

 Acrylic on cradled wood panel

 Date: 2025

 Unframed/ sides painted dark

 Ready to hang or be framed