The Giraffe's Enchanted Arboretum - Canvas Print
$17.94
Ai Poem about this Giraffe Art:
In whispers of leaves, where the sky is a floor,
Stands a giraffe, whose neck is a door
To a realm where the waterfalls sing,
And time beats its wings on a dragonfly’s spring.
Majestic trees with spirits entwine,
Their branches a cradle for stars to recline.
Elysian birds in balletic flight,
Compose the mosaic of day's tender light.
A fantasy spun from the weaver's own dream,
Upon this high garden, the world does seem
A tapestry woven from emerald thread,
With the giraffe, the guardian, ahead.
In whispers of leaves, where the sky is a floor,
Stands a giraffe, whose neck is a door
To a realm where the waterfalls sing,
And time beats its wings on a dragonfly’s spring.
Majestic trees with spirits entwine,
Their branches a cradle for stars to recline.
Elysian birds in balletic flight,
Compose the mosaic of day's tender light.
A fantasy spun from the weaver's own dream,
Upon this high garden, the world does seem
A tapestry woven from emerald thread,
With the giraffe, the guardian, ahead.