Earthen Bonds

Earthen Bonds"

In a place that is clay, stone, wood & dust,
Where old withered hands create & mould trust.
Humble homes, with fires that glow,
Where everything take shape from earth below.

Each pot spun with care and grace,
Reflects a life, a timeless place.
In every crack and glaze, a tale,
Of strength that never cease to fail.

Beneath the sky so clear & wide,
Where generations proudly reside.
This potters' village, simple and true,
Crafting beauty from the earth's rich hue.

The potter's bond with earth runs deep,
In every mound of clay they keep.
From sunrise's first golden gleam,
To dusk where dreams and hopes redeem
After all we all return to dust someday soon.

The painting whispers nostalgia—a longing for simpler times, when hands shaped beauty from raw earth. It invites us to pause, touch the past, and perhaps even mold our own memories.