All it has experienced, tasted, suffered:
The course of years, generations of animals,
oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and wind,
will pour forth each day in the song
of its rustling foliage, in the friendly
gesture of its gently swaying crown,
In the delicate sweet scent of resinous
sap moistening the sleep-glued buds,
and the eternal game of lights and
shadows it plays with itself, content… Hesse
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Mixed Media including Dyes, Watercolour and Gouache on Arches Not Paper..
I did not want the translation to be literal so opted for an abstract interpretation…the tree sits amid others, but stands out in the light..