In the trees, the lakes, the skies
The truth of our future dwells;
When we lose touch with Nature
We lose touch with ourselves.
The painting perfectly complements the poem - very beautiful. Particularly like the shimmering green creature. I must have been a dryad in a past life. Thank you for sharing this.
Love this - makes one ponder the ol' which came first - the chicken or the egg? The poem or the painting. Makes no difference - both are wonderful!! Thanks!!
Thanks, Stephanie! I appreciate your pondering. ;-) Chip's painting came first. He's been inspiring many of my poems for the past 22 years, especially poems for my books for children, most of which you'll find dedicated to him. His new artwork is now providing my muse with poetic inspiration for my adult poetry as well.