There is beauty all around. Here is a poem by Robert Frost called Nothing Gold Can Stay.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/nothing-gold-can-stay-by-robert-frost
We may think of some plants as weeds, but this golden bush belies the term.
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