Meadow. Forest. Trees. Green. I want all of them. I want to visit such a place. Sleeping, hiding, smelling the fresh air, only.


Picking some flowers–making a crown by it, playing with the animals there.

Seems much more relaxing than in a crowded-big-city, huh? 🙂

Btw, I know where you stand. Silent in the trees.

Why won’t you speak?