Okay the cabin painting doesn’t exactly match the poem. Oh well, it’s the only one I have at the moment. 🙂
Sitting in a clearing of emerald green,
just as a fairytale I once did dream.
Golden light spreads its warmth from within.
Cozy, comfortable little den.
Tall oaks protectively wrap their branches ‘round
the little cabin as the breeze sings with a joyful sound.
Flowers, bright and beautiful grow
abundantly, without fear of any foe.
A wide smiling façade to sit upon
and watch the glorious morning dawn.
Poem and art Ó Elizabeth Melton Parsons