On the wind

Here we see a tree as an embodiment of perseverance in the midst of time running. Its branches seem to tremble, immersed in the swift flow of clouds that blur in the dynamics of the wind. This tree is a lonely guardian in a silent field, resisting the invisible force of the elements. It is directed towards the sky, but in its roots lies the strength of the earth. In its dance in the wind, we feel the eternal contradiction between the desire for movement and the unyielding foundation, between freedom and the weight of fate. The sky above it rushes rapidly, as if rushing events, and the tree, despite this, remains rooted in the world, not succumbing to the gusts of time. This is a metaphor for the strength of the spirit, for the importance of standing, even when everything around is changing.