Cajunrider
Imperial Masterpiece
Cuttings from a branch of cypress, broken in a storm
Moss under an old oak tree, forloin in a corner of the park, far from the laughter of children in play
Ceramic pot made by yours truly, memento of a wonderful time long gone
May life spring forth from all these parts and make them a tiny forest in which joy stays.
Moss under an old oak tree, forloin in a corner of the park, far from the laughter of children in play
Ceramic pot made by yours truly, memento of a wonderful time long gone
May life spring forth from all these parts and make them a tiny forest in which joy stays.