Everything is realized in existence, coming out of the ground, grow taller and pull a branch everywhere. Existence sometimes comes to reality and sometimes to the mind. Here are the trees that have roots and stand, The more naked they stand, the more obvious their resistance is. Every root in any soil forms a body of that species. When you explore the desert, You can see an oasis in the corner which is the green spot on the desert plate. This is where hopes come together.

I am an oasis born, Lost in the crowds of oases. I am an oasis in the heart of strange land. I am hopes, as well as trees and I am the one who lived, sometimes in a turmoil and sometimes in a fever, sometimes scared, sometimes occupied, sometimes naked and sometimes hidden. This way to every corner that a few trees have taken root, I blossomed there.