He who wants to give the seed and the fruit knows: give the flower. Otherwise, it's free. The pedunculated oak flower (Quercus robur) has been painted in the light of the slender April. In the hope that the winds will bring the mist that will bathe in April, the oak opens its eyes and extends the hanging pink flowers. These boulders of flowers will dance in these wet winds with the joy of the lightest poxpolin. The wind will bring and bring from the flower to the flower, from hope to hope, the drops of pollen that will bring the acorn.