Trees Dancing with Me
Until I found your buried roots
I had forgotten
this dance of life
coursing in my blood like sap.
Your strength
stands tall
winter after winter,
hardened to the cold.
Yet at your core,
you dance
with an undying fire
sustained by roots
reaching down to our ancestors.
This dance,
holding strong your heart,
my heart.
It is enough.
Yes-
Mary, a beautiful set, each of the four balancing the others. Of course, I have a favorite – the moon. Is this fabric collage ? Leaves a lovely memory after visiting them. I will come back again, to take another look.
Thanks Bev- this one is all tissue paper. Some of the others use craft paper and art paper as well as tissue paper.