“A tall tree rises like a silent guardian, its limbs holding secrets older than memory.
Creatures gather and drift through its shade, as if drawn by some unseen wisdom.
It teaches without words:
that time bends softly around patience,
that life’s quiet moments hold the deepest truths,
and that every presence, no matter how small, leaves its mark upon the world.”
Medium: a black ballpen, some smashed cranberry for a little bit of colour.
