My Soul Turns Into A Tree
sometimes, when a bird cries out, or the wind sweeps through a tree, or a dog howls in a far-off farm, I hold still and listen a long time.
my world turns and goes back to the place where, a thousand forgotten years ago, the bird and the blowing wind were like me, and were my brothers.
my soul turns into a tree, and an animal, and a cloud bank. then changed and odd it comes home and asks me questions. what should I reply?
- hermann hesse
- Price: $900.00
- Medium: Watercolor
- Canvas: Watercolor Paper
- Width: 10.25"
- Height: 14.00"
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