"Woodland Stream Fall" , oil on a 20 x 16 inch canvas framed

The forest remembers.  

Each leaf a whisper from the past,  

Drifting down like forgotten names.  

The stream winds through old stone,  

A silver thread stitching time to past times.  

Beneath the canopy,  

Something watches,  

Not with eyes,  

But with knowing.  

Decay is a ritual,  

And renewal,  

A promise kept in silence.

Oil on a 20 x 16 inch canvas framed