Life is too beautiful to be sad
Tree's whisper in the wind, and when the green leaves fall to turn orange; they accept the changes
The sky changes colors because it wants you to feel more than one emotion, and the mix of paint on the canvas called a sunset, makes me feel beautiful
We exist because stars exploded with a great burst of sacrifice, so that they would have something alive to look at in the dark hours
Flowers look at you with curiosity, not knowing if you will **** their beauty, or let them live to witness yours