An autumn dream

I was standing at a foot of a tree in the twilight, listening to the sounds of nature. Suddenly, as I was turning to go back, I began to hear soft murmurs all around me which became more and more distinct. Initially I thought it was the sound of a small stream or the rustling of leaves over my head. I looked at a clearing in the forest but saw nothing. At length, the sound grew more intelligible. It was the sound of small creatures that were hiding in the dark places in the forest. Soon the trees joined in and they were holding a sort of mass communication with me. The sound slowly turned into clear words, echoed several times: Save us! Death is all around us!

Oil on canvas 18"x24"
Heavily influenced by the late Mr Bob Ross.
You can view the work progress here [link]