In the forest, a dark brown stone is fascinating.
Always look at passers-by carefully
Derived from the definition of shape
From the beginning, I doubted secular judgment.
Light and shadow are crushed by lush foliage.
Invisible air
A dead wood covered with moss, half lying in the grass.
Be praised again and again
An ancient and slow stream in the forest
Regard it as the spring of the Millennium
A few abrupt little purple flowers on the green space.
Attract people to stop.
A string of eyes
Always want to get rid of the fetters of green.
Pull out a blue sky.
Green is more than humility to flowers.
I am also humble to colors other than myself.
In the landscape I created, I buried my role.
Even, make way for blank space.
Maybe the desert can recognize green.
Snow-capped mountains have a higher posture.
Set off the bright green.
Like a ruler
Carve the existence of life with green and sacredness.