The Wishing Bridge

They say if you stand on the old wooden span

Where the mist meets the forest and dreams began

You can cast a wish into the stream —

A whispered hope, a drifting dream

The waters take it, soft and slow

 Past root and rock, where secrets grow

 Is it the bridge that hears your plea

 Or the stream that sings it out to sea?

No one knows, and none can say

But wishes sent don’t lose their way

For those who walk with heart unclosed

Their wish may be granted by the magic that flows.

 Acrylic on cradled wood panel

 Size: 297x420mm

 Date: 2024