Serenity of a green wooden bench at the lake and Alqaida
A bench in the park, among trees, what it once itself was – once a living creature, a tree with green leaves, with a soul… Now a fallen tree, made to a bench, loosing its soul, while still regaining another one, in an almost new static evergreen reality, gazing with much sadness at the past, with a glance in the eternity…