Photo Enzie Shahmiri
There is a lovely park close to our home that we sometimes go to for a nice long stroll. It seems every time I am there something is waiting to be discovered, such as a row of trees that were decked out in tree graffiti.
As I gazed up at these trees, I could not but wonder how long ago these scribbles were carved into the trunks and weather these love declarations still held truth today. As these trees grow they will carry these massages with them and keep them as reminders how easy it is to speak of love, yet how trying it is to stay in love. Only time can tell ~
Photo Enzie Shahmiri
