the monk sits in deep meditation
The intricate details of the eye
you are STILL Royalty inside
His gaze is fixed on something beyond the frame
Old tower in blooming day
mother of the forest regard expressif the monk sits in deepIn the forest's heart, a face divine, The Mother of the woods, in beauty's line. Her features blend with nature's art, A guardian of the woods, from the very start. With emerald eyes, she sees all that grows, Her hair a cascade of leaves that flows. In her gentle gaze, the forest finds its worth, The Mother of the woods, who tends to Earth.