Our fields, rivers, forests and steppes breathe life and beauty, and every corner of this land is filled with something special.

In spring, everything comes to life: delicate gardens in bloom, endless yellow fields of rapeseed, the aroma of bird cherry in the morning fog.

In summer, the steppe is filled with the sounds of larks, and sunsets paint the sky in such colors that it is impossible to take your eyes off. In autumn, the earth seems to spread a golden carpet of foliage before us, and in winter, rivers are covered with ice, and even the cold keeps beauty in itself.

Do you know what a special nature we have in Ukraine? For example, we have the Tunnel of Love ❤️😉 it is a living green corridor of trees, where the rails go into the distance, and everything around is like from a fairy tale.
Or incredible pink lakes, whose color can outshine even the sunsets.

Did you know about this? I always want to share these little miracles with those who have not yet seen them with their own eyes.

But now this beauty is vulnerable. Nature, like people, suffers from war. What used to be a place of strength and peace is now becoming a witness to destruction.

Forests where children used to walk are now wounded by fire and shells.

Fields where wheat sang and the winds played are strewn with craters and mines. Rivers carry the shadow of pain on their waves, because where the sun was reflected, smoke and ash are now reflected.

I often think that nature has always been our protection, our quiet support. We came to her for peace, for inspiration, for strength.

But now she herself needs our protection.
She is hurt just like us.
And it hurts me to see how forests burn after shelling, how animals die, how the fragile balance that was created for centuries without human intervention is destroyed.

But despite all the horrors, nature remains surprisingly resilient.
After the explosions, grass breaks through again.
Even among the ruins, you can see a flower that stubbornly reaches for the sun.
Birds continue to sing, as if reminding us that life is stronger than death, and spring always returns.

I believe that the time will come when Ukraine will shine with its beauty again.
When the fields will delight us with harvest, the rivers will be clean, and the forests will be green and noisy from the wind.

We will again be able to admire the sunsets without fear, listen to the silence without interruptions and feel the scent of flowers, not mixed with the smell of smoke.

Nature is the soul of the country. And as long as it is alive, as long as it fights with us, we have a future.💓