wild nature

Cold winds rattled
The white mist removes the sun
Upright crops piercing image

Sculpture Mountain breaks the sky
Covered with emerald-eyed clouds
High. . . Sharp. . .

Since time has not moved
That's where the heart beats
Silence is quiet no rippling

An illusion mirror over the lake
Cornering a tree that waves colors
In the crevices of the feet tracing His works

Where am I?
Where the soul does not remember home
When life is perfect

What a beautiful carpet
Unleash charm above the horizon
Endless in his old view

Feeling adventurous in the land of NO NATURAL LAND