Treelemma - 收藏 | OpenSea

Treelemma - 收藏 | OpenSeaTreelemma - Collection | OpenSea

-11.43774, 132.3998

-13.63836, 18.85151

-16.13538, -61.17177

-20.18577, 126.57645

-20.97504, 124.06966

-21.54155, 23.49349

-23.08167, 132.87849

-23.17037, 132.89409

-23.37666, 132.35881

-24.67924, 22.5782

-29.33736, 149.16991

-5.82805, 27.86508

-5.92865, 26.68012

-8.20015, 25.36851

-8.37824, 16.10342

-8.69998, 20.53492

-8.77859, 17.31033

-9.00282, 24.07114

11.31687, 14.76981

11.52576, 2.89357

13.72977, 37.40109

17.26743, -90.02922

19.16094, -99.69314

19.40937, -155.28059

19.41212, -155.26305

27.73655, -109.6397

41.09825, 26.16799

47.76672, -114.46572

48.53499, 29.49725

50.54185, -116.27799

52.71014, 138.74687

56.22556, 134.02411

59.37234, -123.28325

59.7798, -112.0935

59.80968, 135.69768

59.83635, 135.86165

6.78754, 25.91167

60.24798, 120.42527

61.18138, 135.9418

63.20421, 84.06051

64.06844, -150.15727

64.32514, -145.73605

64.94054, -121.53421

7.99183, 33.88297

8.09579, 13.76581

8.95806, 26.3461

9.30824, 21.03918

9.32978, 33.25879

Born in the forest. The forest, deep in your heart. Forest of sorrow.

"Kuta" rainforest. Haut-Mbomou, Ködörösêse tî Bêafrîka. (Sang = District) .

A noon twilight sky. A cobalt blue plane flies low. A red cotton farm.

A white-sand beach. Seashells, forest and thorn-tree. The beach is empty.

At Agnuak, Gambela. Blue sky, white, flat-topped. African mountains.

Cane sugar, around. A black girl, brown sugar is. Blond when it is time.

Constantly, I love. Every step, while walking. Estado de México.

Day after day is. Time for us to do good. We did not do that.

Green hooded forest. Behind a window of glass. Hawai'i begins.

Heaven with a glass. Of rum and bitter coffee. Pale sky I live for.

I bring my fishing. Hat, fishing rod, fishes trout. Desert and mountains.

Imagine the Nile. Brown icy water churning. Alone without hope.

Magenta, the boat. You see it in the river. And the firefly.

On the river bank. A great blue-bellied lizard. Bit by bit he’s gone.

The high Macdonnells. Ocker heaven overgrown. Bus spotter heaven.

The moon is rising. Byron Ledge Trail, Hawaiʻi. The lava rock cliffs.

A book, well read, the pages, yellowed with age, the cover, torn.

A bright young smile, a bright young life, all stolen in an instant.

A brilliant day, the sun shines brightly, snow still lies on the ground.

A rough stone, a drop of water, a forest pool.

A single drop, of water, on a leaf, in the rain of spring.

A single leaf, flutters down from a tree, and settling on my hair.

A stormy world, a tree in the storm, fights for its life.

A year of snow, the snow melts, the grass grows, the grass turns yellow.

Every spring there's, a new beginning, the flowers bloom.

Frost melts from the, grass, and the earth is wet, again the grass wilts.

In the autumn garden, the last chrysanthemum, it refuses to die.

In the clear stream, the water flows, and flows, but it never comes back.

In the depth of winter, when the earth is cold, I get warm in my heart.

In the world of dew, the struggle of the world, within every dewdrop.

Small furry creature, a tiny life in the woods, soft fur, wild and free.

The autumn wind, blows through the fallen leaves, stillness fills the air.

The autumn wind, blows through the forest, the forest sways.

The cicada sings, the grasshopper jumps, the waterwheel turns.

The clouds are passing, the moon is passing, and the sun is passing!

The cracked mirror, the face that's reflected, crisscrossed with cracks.

The evening sun sets, painting the sky with colors, night whispers hello.

The moon floats high, in the sky, the stars twinkle, in the pond, the frog croaks.

The morning sun, a ray of light enters my room, with morning greetings.

The night is silent, the moonlight shines on the window, a lonely rickshaw.

The ocean of clouds, the mountain of clouds, in the stormy sky.

The oriole sings, in the garden, a butterfly, descends slowly.

The rain is clearing, the sun shines through, I hear the birds sing.

The sound of the gong, the sound of the bell, the sound of the drum.

The sun is setting, the sky is aflame, and i’m thinking of you.

The wind of autumn, blows through the pines, the trees whisper together.

Through a window, I see a world of green, spring has come.

Through the dawn mist, the mountain peaks appear, the world is born again.

When I think of you, I feel a sudden sadness, i'm far away.

Addi Akoro, Western Tigray, ትግራይ, ኢትዮጵያ

Agnuak, ጋምቤላ ሕዝቦች ክልል / Gambela, ኢትዮጵያ