The rays of the sun make their way through the trees
A spring, forest clearing, making you enjoy life, waking up from cold winter days and filling the air with the upcoming summer warmth
Green shoots make their way through the metal fence
Green grass sprouts make their way from dry lystra
The sprout makes its way to the light in autumn from underground
Gold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he make
Five years ago, it makes me so mad when you can't find a person before you die