Tree'dore Wood

Deep in the woods where the old mists cling,

And branches bend in a silent ring,

Tree’dore stands with roots grown wide,

A hollow heart where truths may hide.

The Wiseman waits in bark and bone,

A soul of moss, a voice of stone.

He speaks to those the forest knows—

To names once whispered where magic grows.

No map can guide, no spell can claim,

The path appears with whispered name. 

And those who seek with hearts unshod,

May step inside and speak with God.

Acrylic on 400gsm acrylic paper

Size: 20.5x25.5cm

3cm white mount

Total Size: 25.5x30.5cm

 Please note: The framed images are for illustrative purposes only. The painting is sold unframed.

Date: 2024