Rooty Wood

The twisted roots rise up and weave,

A forest spell on autumn’s eve.

The path runs deep through shadowed air,

Where silence stirs and branches stare.

Blue light drips down from leaf and limb,

A misty glow, both soft and dim.

Each step invites a thought to stray,

As dreams and doubts are led away.

No map, no guide, no tale well-told—

Just ancient trees and secrets old.

And those who pass, if hearts are true,

May find the forest speaks to you.

Size: 420 x 297 mm

Acrylic on 360gsm acrylic paper

Date: 2023