Beneath the weeping willow's shade,
A boat sits still, its journey stayed.
The emerald waters softly gleam,
Reflecting whispers of a dream.
A tranquil hush fills all the air,
As if the world forgets its care. Mushrooms line the distant shore,
Guardians of tales and folklore.
The gentle ripples tell a story,
Of silent peace and subtle glory.
No need to sail, no rush to roam,
The boat has found its perfect home.
In this quiet, sacred place,
Time slows down, and we embrace,
The simple beauty life bestows,
Where the willow tree gently grows.
This is my first installment into a new collection of paintings I can't wait to share with you all!
I really love this painting Kela. It’s beautiful!
Thank you for sharing this lovely art with the great poem. This brightens up my day! ❤