Cut down from her stand, the tree weeps for her old life, unknowingly, her tears water a flower which blooms to a glow, and the tree knows she too, will grow again in time.
I found an old diary of mine with a little sketch like this drawing and the words "let your tears be the rain which waters your soul" I didn't even remember drawing it, but it hit me hard when I found it. I've come really far, but my tree is still a sapling, and easily bent. I try and nourish it as best I can, and sometimes tears really can help
I didn't want her crying in this though, it's when she realises everything will be okay, because things grow anew. Must be 30+ hours work in this, though it was mostly done on one layer... Messed around with lots of brushes, was enjoyable to use texture She is not an ent or a groot, or anything not from my imagination, she is a symbol, for things growing again
Peace, love and stripping back the bark,