It's too complicated...or rather quite simple.

The small things are becoming beautiful again.

Bullet casings in the grass.
A honey bee walking across a crumpled napkin.
A lone crow flying across this mornings' sunrise.
The tops of pine trees flying by, framing a beautiful blue sky.
The way the sun heats my skin and the wind kisses it.
The irate anger in their eyes, five inches from my face.
The abundance of bamboo.