A walk through a marvellous garden…
A soft summer breeze is blowing, I’m hearing the leaves tickling each other and giggling with a distinct whistling, as if they are actually little human beings. Everything is alive in this forest, and I myself am part of it. I’m as human as the centenary tree in the middle of it all. I’m part of everything in this place, as much as they’re part of me.
My elvish skin is nourished by the sun rays, just like the flowers, and I blossom throughout the year in the same manner. I feel more connected to the ground I walk on, than the weird city lights I see being built in the far away. I wish they’ll stay that way. We don’t need artificial anything here, it’s already so full of life.