Spirits in squirts of clear water call forth embers of the true life to the ground. The trunks of trees that spring forth from such soil is short lived but of maximum strength. The meager live lived by such a plant, is burned out because of the incapability for the surroundings to sustain and appreciate such beauty. The result is a sighing death of such beauty. To appreciate such a pure beauty, is to give such pure beauty life. To depreciate it is to surely cause it death, such is the same with many of beauty of what we see today.