Through the trees there is light,
Through the trees there is air,
Through the trees there is water
but without the trees there is no life
no birds, no animals
no bears, no deer,
Without trees the air gets dirty
It gets dry.
Forests and jungles are our lungs,
life evolved in the sea,
came onto the land,
And in the forests of the land
there are more bugs, animals and possibly birds
than are found in the long grass
or desert plains
or high hills and mountains.
Save the forests, save the trees, save the world ..
This is a half painted picture which I thought could be turned into a story.
The Tiger who hid is based on the green man myth, but instead of a human face I started to paint a cat, but with leaves hiding part of its face. I also thought of the tiger in the jungle painting by Henri Rousseau? (not sure if that’s the correct name).
I imagine the tiger protecting itself not only by the camouflage of its stripes. But also by using leaves and branches to hide. So that it becomes indistinguishable from the background. I can see the idea in my mind, the book would be full of illustrations. The Tiger would be kind and would persuade people in the end that its family should live. I don’t know if this makes sense. But it might be fun to try and put together.