Okay, so I know the image is a bit fuzzy, but I can't help that right now. I still wanted to post this latest completion. I actually wrote the poem and completed the quilt in the same day! I know that sounds ridiculous and it will probably never happen again, especially since I had other things I should have been working on.
Since you can't read the poem I'll type it out here:
A contemplative comparison of tree
and man would present similarities
of seasons and experiences hidden
in maturing girth.
But a tree cannot love
or know its young.
It lives for man,
not man for the tree.
Leaves, branches, and stump,
the tree brings joy to the man,
though he is glad that
he is not a tree.