He had drawn that back when he was but a small child.

Funny, he thought.

I thought I had forgotten about it.

Why is it that I feel nostalgic for something as small as this?

I could just make a better copy of it.

I could just remake it.

But then again, it wouldn't be the same.

The coloring of the elements in the drawing were messy. The colors outgrew the lines. The outline was rough...

...but the drawing emanated such peace and harmony.

A faint hint of innocence.

It was how a child saw nature.

"...Please keep it."

He softly said.

For some reason, he felt his heart ache as he said that.