Hey Cosmic, this is going to sound like a wild unrelated tangent, but it is what I do.
I enlisted to see the world, and got stuck in the US for most of my career, except for deployments. Veterans often come back changed in various ways, but something that changed me for the better was recognizing the beauty in even the vast empty shithole that was Iraq. Sure, it was mostly brown, but it was different, and it was natural, and the desert has it's own beautiful story to share for those who would sit and listen to her. The plant that finds it's niche in life, not only grows, but in time, whose roots tunnel deep enough and it begins to thrive, one day produces some of the most beautiful flowers. If they had a brain capable of thought, I wonder if they would feel alone, not knowing that other minds would look upon them in awe of their splendor, beauty, or stalwart strength which few choose to oppose.
https://imgur.com/a/95zU00p
You're not alone here, we love you a bunch, for each of us has something to be admired, and your friendship is cherished, thanks for being a part of us.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
