Original artwork description:

Soft as breath upon a window,
the forest stirs in watercolor hush.
Its trees, half-remembered dreams,
lean gently into the golden hush
of a morning just becoming.

Light speaks in splashes—
not loud, but insistently,
reminding the world
that even silence has color.
That even stillness moves.

Beneath the canopy,
shadows are stitched with song,
and the pond reflects not just sky,
but the quiet ache
of being beautifully alive.

Nothing here hurries—
not the branches,
not the breeze,
not the knowing that this moment
is enough.

Materials used:

arches paper 300gr

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