Picture Credit - Zhang Xiao Bai....."With flowers in her hair, she bowed. Not to the beauty of flowers, but to the ugliness that surrounded them. She silently wept, at the irony of nature. To let a flower bloom, then for it to be plucked for pleasure....Where's the justice of beauty growing in muck. Of muck, staining the beauty of everything it touches, and getting away with it, just 'cause it is in it's nature to be so??" ~ Poonam.