Saturday 22 September 2012

triangle tree ^

life is so precious,  we run through life passing the roses... roses are part of life to be smelt... smelling the freshness of beauty, the crispness of the sun and the bitter sweet cycle of life we are intwined in, feels like a lump in the throat behind a smile. The intangible beauty, the kick in the kidneys of death, life and death, circle of life... life is a circle, I much prefer triangles. a triangle tree, structured and not structured, simply unsimply intwining. never grown the same twice. giving us life and perspective.








'We have a choice to be happy or sad, I chose to be happy and I am happy'