Beauty in the Woods
This story goes with the Beauty series of paintings you’ll find on my page.
Beauty in the Woods belongs to the following groups:
The PatchworkBeauty in the Woods
Once upon a time in a deep dark forest, on a bed of soft leaves, there lay a beautiful young girl fast asleep. Her soft red-gold hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and while the forest waited for her to awaken, her violet eyelids remained closed as she slumbered.
As Beauty slept so peacefully under the watchful eye of the forest, she dreamed of her special garden. She saw herself swinging on a tree swing hanging from an ancient tree with gnarled branches, surrounded by beautiful fragrant flowers and glistening ferns. She revelled in the sensation of flying back and forth so freely on the swing and laughed softly in her sleep.
She roused at long last as the forest beckoned. The trees with their branches reaching for the dark night sky whispered to her. All around the ghostly vines with their searching tendrils quivered and swayed in silent invitation to explore their secrets. The brook tinkled rhythmically as it rushed by her in its hurry through the woods. Beauty looked around at her mysterious surroundings.
The forest noises soothed her fear, and from the branches, a bluebird called to her. Beauty raised her hand in greeting and to her delight, the tiny bird flew down to her finger and perched there, singing its own message of greeting. Beauty watched in wonder as her new friend shared its sweet song with her before disappearing into the woods.
Beauty looked at the forest brook. The gleaming, crystal blue water fascinated her, and a nearby green frog with bright yellow eyes, watched as she gave in to the enchantment of the deliciously cool water, letting it slip through her warm fingers, before it continued on its way into the forest. She wondered if she followed the brook would she find her way home at last, and so she set off with a hopeful heart.
The forest responded to her silent plea. The branches seemed to point the way and the vines parted to ease her journey. Her heart leapt with joy as through the thick leaves she saw at last her rescue was at hand, and she cried out with glee as she was swept up into welcoming arms, safe at last.
PERUGINA
An equally great story to accompany those delightful paintings… congratulations Ingrid. Love it!