For any new orders of Free-fall, I will donate £4 to a charity for the homeless. Another artwork and poem below to whet your appetite..
This tree’s branches are curtains to part,
to unpeel the day, reveal a secret night.
This tree is woven with moonlight,
memory of sun dropping as gold-leaf.
This tree has the freedom of sky.
The only weight it knows is snow.
This tree is a collage on a wall of air.
Its boughs sway in your sight.
This tree surrounds you, listens
for your breath as it breathes.
This tree has bells for leaves that ring
in your ears long after the breeze.
This tree roots itself in your feet,
grows into your arms.
This tree turns your eyes to bark
teaches your fingers to read the light.
In response to Bell Tree by Tara Pandey