Ma vie était une feuille blanche sans valeur.

Le vert m'a donné la croissance, 

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.:

waterfall castle in Poland:
le rouge l'ardeur, 

Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada:
le jaune m'a appris la loyauté et la droiture, 

Québec en automne
le bleu la pureté, 

Les Maldives:
le rose m'a offert l'espoir, 

Cerisier du japon fleuri:

le gris léger la tristesse.

begin to remember... | by Elisa Ursalas:

Pour terminer cette Aquarelle, le noir m'imposera la mort.

Blue moon over the water :]:

Depuis, j'adore la vie parce que j'adore ses couleurs.

 Fields Flowers ~ Dreamy Nature:

Tree ~ Dreamy Nature:

Waterfall Canyon - Calgary, Canada:

Wen Yi-to