Among the trees
Trees can be so very old. How beautiful they are, and so patient.
Some of them still lives on after hundred, even thousands of years. They are so firmly rooted and in such a perfect harmony with the sun, the mushrooms, the spores and the animals. (Not always with humans though, but that is not their fault.)
Other trees cling on to hopeless places. They bend and suffer and get diminished. But they might make it anyway. Some don´t.
Newly discovered beings
With insects, I guess you can both admire them and be fascinated by them. For me this is true as long as they keep to themselves. When they crawl on me, snap at me or try to suck my blood I don´t like them so much anymore. Strangely, there are exceptions. It´s totally ok to have a marybug crawling up my arm and I would never harm one. Other beetles with different colored dots have to leave me alone. My heart bleeds for the poor bumble bee who is stuck on his back. So helpless he seems. But a wasp I can easily kill with my electrical bug-racket. I get the feeling he wants to hurt me.
There are insects that when you kill them just turns to dust. I feel sorry for them.
Life at the bottom
Life at the bottom don´t have to be that bad. But you must learn how to swim of course.