Beautiful flowers bloom, then fall and decay.
Worms and lives are born and die. Nature lavishes beauty and excitement on one hand, but holds ugliness and terror on the other. When touched by nature, your heart learns to think, feel, please, lament, yearn,and sympathize. That is where poetry and haiku are born. Unknown grasses by the roadside show the strength of life while a deserted shell of cicada speaks for the wonder of life.