They rise again in spring and fall again in autumn.
We,humans,are leaves of a tree.
We grow slowly,and fall in autumn,rapidy,and we don't see life pass in front of our eyes.
The dedication we have in life is so vain,we barely notice we live in it.
Just when you stop at the top of a mountain and start hearing the sounds of life,
they awake the dead-man inside us,the one that used to see the world as a part of him,
because today,rather it is a war for power or a war for status...
...and we forget the reason we live.
We live because we are leaves of a tree. Leaves that fall in autumn,and rise in spring.
It all comes to a sense that the love of the world is green,and the green of the world are us,and we are the leaves that rise in spring.
Idea and concept by Natasja Van Den Tillaart.
Daniel Viana Alencar.
