My dearest beloved
Plant a tree
When I am gone
And I shall remain.
We shall greet the day
And dance with each season.
Under my canopy you shall find shelter,
In my bough, a cradle.
In my trunk you shall embrace my heart.
When you are weary my branches shall carry you.
And in my roots you shall find your anchor
I asked my daughter what she thought of my drawing and she replied "Leafy." Took forever to draw the leaves and I took my time. My little people above were inspired by Bella Sinclair's little people. Pigment ink on 8"x11" on 11"x14" Bristol board
Other cradling trees: