This is another old canvas that I inherited from my sister. It was clean. Only time painted its traces on it. 

 This canvas, filled with the energy of nature, weaves chaos and harmony into a single movement. 

 An imprint of summer, when grasses whisper with the breeze, and the sun, breaking through the leaves, gives a sense of boundless freedom. 

 Just as endless as life, which flows incessantly, replenishes itself, despite losses. 

 My cousin left this space for new emotions, but through it, she remains with me. 

 Greenery, grass, light — it's about us. 

 And about the fact that life goes on, because it is always eager for new moments.