Bridges are born to link two parts which are apart. One that’s green, one that’s withered and yet another is about to sprout.
The bridge of love.
The bridge of life.
The bridge of time.
An andmiration akin with beauty which awaits both sides.
It is neighter bought nor sold. Not silver not gold
But purpose and passion hand in hand with the company and memories of those around us.
We celebrate these bridges, extending our reach and exploring the great posibilities ahead.
For science and for art, for elder and youth.
Trust in your abilities always and acknowledge the Supreme presence.
The presence in nature.
The continuance of life.