Nature.
Nature is beauty at its peak.
We find beauty in the growing of wildflowers and the changing of the leaves
We even find the beauty in the death of nature like seeing a vine spiraling up a tree killing it slowly and beautifully
As humans we don't treat ourselves or others as nature's beauties
Older generations don't find beauty in watching misfits grow up into wild untameable adults who will make a difference
Humans determine change as unnerving unless they see the immediate benefit it has on them and not as humanity as a whole
There is no beauty in death for a human it's gross and painful in too many ways
Seeing all the things going on in the world should make us want to explore and grow like nature but we believe can't compete with this beauty that grows and changes and dies in the most beautiful ways
Nature is the one true beauty of the world
And as humans we need to realize that we need to fight to find that similar beauty as we do in nature in each other starting with ourselves
-R.M
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