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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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