![]() Sunbeams pour through the empty spaces between the clustered leaves of the willow, falling on the loamy soil. The rich smell of earth, grass and bark wafts through the air. The rushing water glistens in the sunlight. The reeds sticking out of the stream sway, completely surrendering to the blowing wind. Frogs croak, birds sing, water rushes. Surrounded by nature; surrounded by love. Filled with awe; filled with wonder. Perfection. |