Inspired by a song by Chris de Burgh. You can listen to it here: [link]
There once was a king, who called for the spring, For his world was still covered in snow, But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean, In his winter-fields nothing would grow; And when a traveller called seeking help at the door, Only food and a bed for the night, He ordered his slave to turn her away, The girl with April in her eyes... [...]
She rode through the night till she came to the light, Of a humble man's home in the woods, He brought her inside, by the firelight she died, And he buried her gently and good; Oh the morning was bright, all the world was snow-white, But when he came to the place where she lay, His field was ablaze with flowers on the grave, Of the girl with April in her eyes. [...]
I love this idea, the picture and the feeling you get from looking at it is just beautiful. It's a shame that it isn't available as a print :c (‘cause YES, I would so buy it)