It's hard not to notice beauty when everything is dying. But somehow, we automatically feel sad for whats beautiful because it must dwell among things that have lost their color. Do we uproot that beautiful thing and place it with others more suitable? Who is capable of judging the density of anothers colors? Will it die? That beautiful thing... once you have uprooted it from the ground that made it grow? When we see a beautiful thing among the dirt and mire, we assume it's out of place. But what we must remember is that sometimes the environment is what makes that thing beautiful. And that no matter how dark or gloomy things get, that thing will still glow! Sometimes, it's not what's going on outside that needs a change, but strength that spews from within that makes it grow! Only the remnant sprout beautifully in mud and clay. It's not something you see that often. And that is why it's hard not to notice beauty when everything else is dying.