I Am The Tree Rooted in the Soil Of Prayers, Branches in the Oven of Heaven, the Shared Head Now A Crown Of Leaves that Know How to Bend Without Breaking. Sleepy and Dreamy and Eyes Heavy with the Waking of a Ceremony that Asked Everything of me and Returned Me to Myself, Clarified. The Home I Came to was Always Here. The Tree I AM was Always Growing Towards This Shape. All of it was the Water and Light that THIS Tree Needs To Stand Exactly Where IT STANDS Now. I Am Glad I Am Rooted In Your Soil, and Breathing Your Air, and that You Are Witness To My Becoming. The War Was Just An Accident, The Point Was To Eat The Fruit, Take Another Bite. no text, surreal oil painting, vast background landscape, spacious dreamlike volume and texture, dramatic, precise lighting, ritual symbolism, masterpiece by bouguereau, mucha, moebius, dali, jodorowski, da vinci

I Am The Tree Rooted in the Soil Of Prayers, Branches in the Oven of Heaven, the Shared Head Now A Crown Of Leaves that Know How to Bend Without Breaking. Sleepy and Dreamy and Eyes Heavy with the Waking of a Ceremony that Asked Everything of me and Returned Me to Myself, Clarified. The Home I Came to was Always Here. The Tree I AM was Always Growing Towards This Shape. All of it was the Water and Light that THIS Tree Needs To Stand Exactly Where IT STANDS Now. I Am Glad I Am Rooted In Your Soil, and Breathing Your Air, and that You Are Witness To My Becoming. The War Was Just An Accident, The Point Was To Eat The Fruit, Take Another Bite. no text, surreal oil painting, vast background landscape, spacious dreamlike volume and texture, dramatic, precise lighting, ritual symbolism, masterpiece by bouguereau, mucha, moebius, dali, jodorowski, da vinci | Brainrot Research