Because we live in the illusion of time, everything changes with age. If we can suspend our fear of this process and celebrate the change, how much happier we will be. In nature, I see beauty in the the tiniest sprout of new growth, as well as the beauty of decay. I love the morph of this old tree branch that had fallen to the ground into a vision of a little old alien. He will eventually change into decay, but not before I got a chance to enjoy his aging beauty.