The most fundamental and undisputed manifestation of beauty is the beauty of the natural world. The image that comes to mind, unreflected by this beauty in its raw, elementary state, is that of a tree, a flower, a bird, an animal, or even a human being in the midst of his natural state.
The beauty lies in the small details that allow us to discover, recognize and appreciate the wonderful creations of nature. There is so much beauty in nature that one might wonder whether we, as human artists, will ever be able to compete with the art of nature. On the one hand, appreciation of the greatness of nature makes us feel small. On the other hand, it awakens in us vaguely vague, indefinite, heroic potentials.
Consider a tree trunk: even if the tree may appear lifeless, its line shows its pure existence. Although plants orbit the sun, it cannot ripen grapes because it has nothing else to do with it in the universe.
It seems that the exceptions are indeed in keeping with order, but nature goes its own way and it goes its own way.
As a child, I could find wonders and interesting things everywhere, but as I grew up, I forgot how beautiful and great the world was. Like a loving mother, nature has always tried to balance extreme heat, cold, rain and drought so that peace, harmony and beauty prevail.
The magic of wonder lies in our eyes, which know how to look around us with curiosity and love, but also in the beauty of the natural world around them.