As a child I would always wonder,
what it would be like to talk to the trees...
Stakeholders,
are coming...
now it savours
wetness, like dew...
The city life is hectic and the noises never cease
I long for nature’s quietness, its tranquility...
Outgunned by life, you escape
to epipheny. The inner...
...
Seems every tree has decided to attack;
pollen drifts like yellow powder grenades...
Love is beautiful semantic
butterfly butterflies with...
Take a call and bring
the upside down...
Come via
moon gate. I will meet...
Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo...
I found a dandelion,
That once someone picked...