Our lives are much like bonsai trees,
Too much water and constriction
We will wither, wilt and die.
Too much space and too much freedom,
We grow wild and unruly.
But with delicacy and care,
With nurturing and guidance,
We will grow into truly beautiful specimens.
(Poem by 'Envious')
|Subject||2 × 2 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|