Whenever I want to chill, I look at the ricefields, I look at the trees, I look at the birds, I look at the leaves, how they swayed in harmony, how the birds fly here and there, how the weeds grow in the cracks of the dried cemented road, how the ricefields show beauty out of the redundancy, how beautiful they look when they are golden and harvest-ready, how amazing that these trees don't have owners yet they grow big and tall, full of leaves, full of love, full of oxygen, ready to shelter us, ready to take carbon dioxide, ready to share its branches with the birds, to give them home, probably temporary only but still, it's home.
I can't help but think, someone is taking care of them. Nature around us can survive without humans. The mountains just bloomed with trees, shrubs, foliage, and the like without humans watering them. They shout glory, they are pronounced in beauty. The trees that grow reach to the heavens and not to the ground, they proclaim that there's someone who is not allowing them to dry up and die.
Someone surely is watching over, not just watching but also showering nature with mercy, and grace, and sprinkling buckets of tender loving care.
All images were taken at Candijay, Bohol using a Sony A6000 camera.
xoxo,
junebride