Oil painting

A few years ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and built into homes, the farther off and dimmer seems the god from us.
Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

Use plants to bring life for new generation and get blessings from God...:):):)

I made this painting on a canvas size 8 x 10 with oil colours..
NjOy