The newborn babe may cry.
It is sensitive and aware of so much energy and wisdom and pain and distrust. But it must grow and evolve and become fully sentient. It cries, full tears of bereft upset. We pander, in the right way, to the baby and it grows up to be a man or woman of distinction.
Inspired, and so, inspiring.
This Earth and our lives upon it, is a great blessing to man, to nature.
It is the nature of nature to come to this cognitive clarity.
In old German Heaven means the place of clouds and we must protect and cherish the plants and wildlife that bring us the rain. When we cherish them, the heart of our nature is similarly nurtured.