Hi, Maximillian. I liked your poem On the Hillside. It reminded me of taking refuge one twilight on the battlefield in Cambodia. The enemy pursued us, and we stopped under the jungle canopy to get our bearings. We only had one exit possible, and I figured the enemy understood. But, I decided to chance a run for it. We were undoubtedly dead if we waited, and only the possibility of failure if we ran. I remember looking around to gather my thoughts, and a tree with vibrant purple flowers stood over us. I did not miss the horror of our position against the beauty of the place. I took one of the flowers and placed it in my wallet, wet from the rain. We survived that mission and the war, but of all the things that terrify me in the night, I remember that tree and that purple flower. Like your poem, beauty is all around us. All we need is to stop and view. Thanks for sharing. Regards.