Do you not see? How, how the sky looks down on you with simplistic adoration, how it tries, so hard, to give you a horizon as glorious as you? Do you not see, how flowers sigh and grow, in hopes that you may pick them? Please, oh, please tell me you notice the way the grass grows, how it brings forth the greenest blades just for you, or how the sky whispers in clouds about your beauty...Tell me, do you see?