Come sit awhile, there is plenty of room to explore and rest.
As the cycle goes, we are born and die. The cycle is a never ending circle of life. Returning to the earth as nature selects.
Roses on the garden wall.
Oh, the places you’ll go.
Art is in nature, and in the night sky.
Every window I find is your reflection in the pane.
Butterflies in Spring
Curled in a flower, resting for the day.
Home, it’s where I find peace. Home, is where the spiders and birds come to live.
I was following the snow
Hidden in Nature 🪺
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 🪺🧿
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