There’s something beautiful about a wilted flower.

There’s something sweet about a buzzing bumblebee.

There’s something old about ground soil.

There’s something wistfult about an autumn tree.

There’s something secretive about a stone.

There’s something misunderstood about a weed.

There’s something lonely about a picked petal.

There’s something sophisticated about a buried seed.

There’s something safe about a garden.

There’s something vigorous about a pinecone.

There’s something hopeful about a birds chirp.

There’s something vicious about a red rose.