At the heart of nature, where imagery is poetry, poetry is art and art is reality.
Gazing skyward, I saw what I had to see.
Once the focus is on the bigger picture (not shown here), the quest for a little green is shown to be nothing more than a fleeting moment where the irrelevant seems relevant.
The propping up of a shell can sometimes give the appearance of true existence.
That's close enough.
The wait continues for this flower.