The first four letters are a variation of the weather. The third through seventh letters give support but also could used when someone is executed. And the last three letters forms the name of a person.
The man in the picture is the onlooker’s son. Since he doesn’t have any brothers or sisters, the statement my father’s son can only be himself. A shortened version would be this man’s father is me, making him the father of the man in the picture.
There was a neighborhood of one-story houses. One was red and everything in the house was red. Another was purple and everything in the house was purple. Yet another was yellow and everything in the house was yellow. Still another was blue and everything in the house was blue. In the green house everything was green, and in the gray house everything was grey.
I see much but change little, I am firm, irresolute, Powerful but gentle, I can rip apart mountains, Yet be moved by gentle stirrings, I am valued and wasted, I am life itself, And I give life to others.
A tree. A tall one can see long distances but don’t change much. They are strong and powerful, and the roots of a tree can slowly tear apart a mountain. The gentle stirrings of the wind can blow their branches and leaves. Trees are valuable as they provide wood and paper, but they are also wasted. And lastly, trees, like all plants, provide us with life-giving oxygen.