Sometimes, I feel like flying. Like a little bird or a dragonfly— Free and weightless, gliding softly over green waters and silent trees.
A few days ago, I found myself in a place where nature speaks without words. Tall green trees surrounded me, and the sky peeked through their leaves, smiling gently from above. The water was calm and deep green, painted by shadows. The sound of it—soft and alive—still echoes in my mind.
Boats moved slowly, carrying laughter, voices, and songs. The boatman sang, and somehow, our quiet joy became part of his tune.
In that moment, I wished I could turn into a dragonfly— just to fly above the forest, just to feel the breeze from the leaves, just to disappear into the green.
This portrait holds that feeling for me. It didn’t need words. It captured a wish—simple, soft, and silent.
Isn’t nature sometimes too beautiful to explain? And sometimes, a portrait is more than a face— It’s the soul, paused in a frame.