Statement:

We stand observing, in the heart of the garden.

Shadows prevail. The haste of time has slowed down.

The plants are interwoven into a green blur.

The trees keep watch over the patience and the silence of their roots.

The green current is caught in the hedge.

A moment later, light appears and shines on the garden’s specter; the clamor of light disrupts the unity of the green.

A repetitious whisper is heard, telling the wind: “the time for liberation has come”