The Falling of a Rose
Nestled between the tiniest blades of grass, lies a delicate petal,
fallen from what was once the sweetest rose.
A tender moment in thought, of remembering the beauty,
passionate remains this soul who knew of such loveliness.
A Tree in Memory
This living tree, grows for you and me and still those yet to be.
It awakens my heart, flooding with memories.
Wind blowing, gently swaying, I can see her waving to me.
Bathing in the sunlight, I can see him smiling at me.
Years gone, leaves have fallen, branches have scattered
Aging gracefully, reminding us of them, young endlessly.
Remembering those divine, a memory of yours and mine.
French lilac bouquet paintingI took a pictures of trees down the cemetary where I walk. I finally got a chance to paint one, then I gave up on the photo and finished painting myself the branches became to confusing in my snap shot. I'm hoping to get a better picture of my lilacs, I kept getting a glare on my finished painting even without sunlight. I'll have to try again. I wanted to take a little break before my next angel and do some different paintings, I feel I am more refreshed when I take a break and do something different. *** I don't know how everyone's weather is but it is starting to get nice here!!!!*** Thank you, for visiting. Sincerely, Jonny