The forests I loved,
Since bears have become a frequent visitor,
It was forbidden to enter the forest for some time.

The restrictions seem to have been lifted in winter,
To go for a walk for the first time in a long time.

Crossing 'boundaries'.

The forest is quiet,
As usual,
They accept us.

Blue sky through the trees,
The wind is light,
Then the cold air grazes the tip of your nose.

Winter forests have beautiful tree outlines.
The individuality of each tree,
It emerges clearly.

Rough or smooth,
Wooden skin texture,
The origins of the unrestrained growth of branches.

Nature creates,
For the beauty of form without artifice.
Always just stand still,
Watching.

where
The balance must have been upset.
Between nature and man.

It's not the bear's fault...
I think.
Even they,
I'm just struggling to live in the moment.

It is not only bears.
The living are always desperate.
Some animals chase prey,
Some plants withstand extreme cold wind and snow.
And of course, we humans who travel between these boundaries.
Everyone is equally desperate.


What is a balanced world?
What does it look like?

On what basis,
Do we call it 'harmony'?

Forest,
It is always there.