Life

“A tall tree rises like a silent guardian, its limbs holding secrets older than memory. Creatures gather and drift through its shade, as if drawn by some unseen wisdom. It teaches without words: that time bends softly around patience, that life’s quiet moments hold the deepest truths, and that every presence, no matter how small, leaves its mark upon the world.” Medium: a black ballpen, some smashed cranberry for a little bit of colour.