We all are this beautiful, wise sabino tree, gazing at us with ancient eyes, guiding us from afar. Time has carved its traces within.
Hidden hollows, roots intertwined through distance, and spaces of shade and refuge.
And yet... everything, always, always, in constant transformation.
In a beautiful grove of sabino trees, in the company of dear friends, I noticed how the oldest ones take shape—forms that, to me, hold the experiences lived by the plant over decades.
Their entire bodies reflect the storms, the winds, the good times, and the dry spells.
In a certain moment, I saw a deep and faraway gaze within the tree. Without words, it reminded me that time moves on, that everything changes and transforms, and that, in the end, all will be well.