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

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

 An imprint of summer, when the grass rustles in the breeze, and the sun, breaking through the leaves, gives a sense of limitless freedom. 

 Just as boundless as life, which flows incessantly, renewing itself despite losses. 

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

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

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