Rainbows are just a clever showing of split light. Nothing says more about who we are than our perceptions. Grass is so involved with being, it simply hasn t the time to discuss the merits of existence with humans. Humans are so removed from being, that all they do is talk about being this or that.
Dreams are the preferred drug of addiction for existence.
The only way out of here is through. The world we experience has very little in common with the world we describe. Life is a guess, the ego an approximation, the rest is in our minds. An open mouth often invites the users feet as fodder. Experience is the way we measure our lives accomplishments.