The umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the princeThe umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the prince
The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
Stems of blades of grass on the background of a red-orange sunsetStems of blades of grass on the background of a red-orange sunset
Abstract black background with blades of grass making their way through itAbstract black background with blades of grass making their way through it
Young blades of grass make their way out from under the snowYoung blades of grass make their way out from under the snow