Hello, blue people.
As I have already told you, I am a lover of the nature. I was inspired by her to make this story and this illustration.
I saw her crying once. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she was tired. Tears descended on her rough skin. In other times it looked bright, smooth, and alive.
What has happened to him?
She did not answer.
A long cinereous mane fell on his shoulders. It was gray as death. The bones of his body stood out and were drawn on the skin.
She was weak.
'' I do not hate them, '' she said. '' I only hope to be loved me someday, just as I love all of you. ''
I accompanied her the rest of the day, until the night fell on us.
We will only figure out how important she is, when it is too late to save her.
Well, guys here I leave a GIF with the process to make this illustration:
Do you really love nature?
Prove it.