To draw a tree, one should first see it growing. It can be the work of the life, and take a lifetime. Here lies the beauty of drawing a tree. You draw one leaf every day, silently.
Where are the butterflies flying to and from?
I have wondered for a long time about the fact that trees are a higher life-form than people.
I love people. They are my own kin.
But i admire trees. Their silence, their grace.
If you shall find trees to be too quiet or too boring, write me a letter, so that i could send you some red and yellow leaves.
Enigmas, related to everything
Helimaastikud: "O"o kakkudega
Feints. Short-cuts. Old roads.
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