I am amazed at the rich colors and shapes of things that are born in the forest, things that I look at, things that I find.
Tree bark, branches, leaves, and fruit. Buds appear, grow, leaves grow, flowers bloom, fruit ripen, leaves change color, and leaves die.
Even if you drop it, it changes shape every now and then, without anyone seeing it.
Torn paper looks like something lost in the forest.
The red of the Japanese oak, the dark purple of the wisteria, the yellow of the forsythia, the red of the mountain autumn leaves, and the acorns of the Quercus oak.