I really like the style, colours and the spirit. Nice to see and breath. Great job Yoyo!

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How I wish you are here.

the freedom of this peace eminates from the very soul of the drawing. Just looking at it, I see the great appreciation for natural beauty that is not often seen these days. It inspired me to write a poem, which I think you have the right to read:

The Peace of My Childhood

as I pranced in the woods
alongside a river or
perhaps it was a vast ocean
but for the lack of sand,
for i could see the reflection
of the sun swell and distort in
each rise and fall of the water.
the shining drops of
rain, still wet the
wildflowers at my bare, calloused
feet. near me, stood the
tree i had climbed what seemed
like a thousand, or even
a million times
before. my weight had yet to
cause that sturdy tree to break,
or even bend; it was as though that
tree would never
ever die, and in my innocence,
i believed my instincts.
I went back to that good tree to
visit the old friend; to feel the breeze
in my hair as i sat on its top;
it stood, still as strong as ever.
but I,
I am older now, and
the tree seemed so tall, and although
in my youth it had been so easy to
conquer, it seems that all things must
end. but the sun still
shone in the water, and the wildflowers still
grew by the bank, or the shore, as it might have
been, but for the lack of sand. and
for a moment i was brought back to
the peace of my childhood.

thanx for the comment, jrmpiano; your poem was truly incredible.