When I reminiscence my childhood, I am flooded with memories of myself and other children running through the lush fields of sweet flowers and the towering trees that would loom over our small bodies like skyscrapers. Growing through these years, Nature became something I could call a friend. It is a place I can run away to when I am clouded with brooding thoughts or situations. It is a time when I can empty and cleanse my mind with its sounds. And most importantly, it is someone that will always listen with an open resolve and genuine heart. This illustration is the embodiment of what I feel about Nature and its effect it has had on my life. Like a hand that has always reached out to me without fail, Nature has had a remarkable impact on my perspective and life.