I stand where the wind blows, where the trees are rooted deep.
Witness to the years of storms and calm.
I stand there with or against the wind as it reminds me how ancient existence is , yet to fragile and uncertain.
Through the wind stands my friends,
Friends who make my existence special, makes the world a home for the few moments we are allowed to live.
I sit amidst history, a deeply rooted tree, a humble reminder of persistence.
Also the song that you hear with the painting makes me break out in happy tears for no reason. 🌼
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