Genus Punica

When I stepped outside after a continuous rain, I saw a beautiful sight. A small young pomegranate tree was dripping with rainwater — the fruit was red, and small water droplets were sparkling on it. It looked like a baby who had just taken a bath.

The leaves next to it had turned fresh green, as if nature had decorated everything with new colors with its own hands. While taking the picture, my mind completely stopped — as if all the sounds around had suddenly become silent, and only a beautiful moment of nature stood before my eyes.

There are moments that cannot be explained, only felt. This picture is exactly that — simple, but strangely calming.