In this world of magic, one can create the must uncanny and beautiful stories or rhymes. With secret stairs that´ll take you to the eerie garden, hidden from view waiting to be found.
Through green pathways or crystal clear views
you will always find it…If you only know where to look.
The symphony of stars, that forms before my eyes. With each twinkle, a rhythm begins and combines, to create the perfect melody. A melody that tells the story, of long forgotten times.
You can find them everywhere you look. Always tall, always proud. With their roots they hug the earth, with their branches they welcome the wind. One must be like a tree, grow tall and leave all that unbalances you on the ground.
Eve Rieck 