A silent Haiku, like one tiny waterdrop.
The beauty of the moment.
The beauty of transience.
Oh, beautiful life.
I love big strong trees. The old ones, that have a long history. I enjoy wondering about the past centuries they have witnessed. I’m impressed by the good they have done just by existing. My favorite trees are old weeping willows and pine trees. I love the strength and pride they show. Sometimes it even…