One should always hold happiness close, for everything in life is temporary, what comes today will one day pass. A tree stands with quiet dignity, and perhaps it feels proud when a bird rests on its branches. Some say a tree is like an old man, and its branches like his children. But that isn’t the truth. When an old man passes, his family continues. Yet when a tree dies, its every branch dies with it. Unlike people who walk away, or birds who fly on, a tree remains rooted, silent, steady, present, until the end. And when it dies, it leaves everything behind without a sound. That is the quiet, unwavering grace of nature.