By passing the brown barks of quite interesting style.
Tiny thorns side by side,
land sread like stars in universe.
All the sectors can be seen altogether.
Purity arises from the middle void,
Innocence can be felt from inside.

Stepping on to the humus,
new life rejuvenated like christmas 🎄🎅🔔❄
Paddling into a hut made of clay and barks,
shadow speaks something in dark.
Being poor of cents
but, their hearts are rich my friends.