I found an interesting poem written by Heinrich Heine:
A pine tree standeth lonely in the North on an upland bare;
It standeth whitely shrouded with snow, and sleepeth there.
It dreameth of a Palm tree which far in the East alone...
Standeth on its ridge of burning stone.
Faux Bois Fuji Oil on Canvas mounted on Painted Wood Panel photo by Jay York |
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