Today I try to think about what to do. Try to find and turn my brain, think clearly by involving feelings.
The beauty is different
From the perspective of the observer
No one can force to say "yes"
Grow and run at the will of the creator
A situation where he could only stay under the shade of a large tree that he used as a host
But the tree did not feel ashamed to shelter the mushroom and instead loved it by giving some of its nutrients to the mushroom
I liken the tree to
God or humans who love him so that he feels
From the remains of trees, you were born because of the illusion in the breath of rain, which made love to a part of fate. making a chance to survive, turning yourself into a kind of past, which is shadowed by the weather and the lines of life. because of the season because of the remains that lie fragile.
Who can prove that life is lonely, when in one season, you are scattered from life and circumstances. through the gaps of roots, piles of wet straw, you are a curse, because they, with themselves, are as difficult as wavy water.
The remaining essence of the trees, to the remaining rain, everything for you love, you and the weather.