🌈 R🌹🌊 🦋 🌿 R 🌙 𓅊

La liberté guidant le peuple

Um sabiá na palmeira, longe. Estas aves cantam um outro canto.

O céu cintila sobre flores úmidas. Vozes na mata, e o maior amor.

Só, na noite, seria feliz: um sabiá, na palmeira, longe.

Onde é tudo belo e fantástico, só, na noite, seria feliz. (Um sabiá na palmeira, longe.)

Ainda um grito de vida e voltar para onde é tudo belo e fantástico: a palmeira, o sabiá, o longe.

📷 Yuta Koike

📷 Kristina Kutleša

The Sun Changing Colours

around the house stood an orchard of plum, apple and pear a blackwalnut tree, one white pine, groves of white oak and willow clumps the home of Jessie was largely redwood

blood, flesh and bone sprouted inside her womb of redwood for five generations the trees now stand unpruned and wild

after relocating so many years before the War the seeds of Jessie have returned

afternoon sunlight on the field breezes moving grass and leaves memories with family names wait within the earth, the mountains, the valley, the field, the trees

📷 Esha Verma