Wood, or wood? and, perhaps, the tree of life? this landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselvesWood, or wood? And, perhaps, the tree of life? This landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselves
The birch forest whitens with slender trunks, the sun warms from the sky, pouring this beautiful landscape. here it is, natureThe birch forest whitens with slender trunks, the sun warms from the sky, pouring this beautiful landscape. Here it is, nature
The virginity of nature, not penetrated by human handsThe virginity of nature, not penetrated by human hands