Can you see it? It runs wild in your imagination. It moves swiftly in the golden grass. It roams the hills of stone, difficult to understand. In the wild lands of our souls, the wind blows cold and hard but makes the grass grow stronger and the sunshine warmer. What brings us to face life? What urge so perseverant to endure such hardship? The animal knows it intimatley and intuitively, for there are only consequences, there is only life.
Eucalyptus and Grass
Sibebe Rock, Swaziland