A twig with leaves makes its way through wooden boardsA twig with leaves makes its way through wooden boards
A sprout of greenery makes its way out of the soilA sprout of greenery makes its way out of the soil
Thoughts in my head do not let me sleep. bad thoughts blow up the brainThoughts in my head do not let me sleep. Bad thoughts blow up the brain
Lanterns make their way through the rain-soaked glassLanterns make their way through the rain-soaked glass