We have nature in our hands. Hands are the best objects we can closely depict the life of the earth. The softness of the palms comes flying over the sky and silently scatters like smoke. Grandpas’ hands are like strong roots of a tree that grab the fertile ground tightly so that new creations can take place right above it. Nature is close to us, and we all live in a natural sequence that we must accept through the blessing of breathing and struggles to death. Are we still aware of nature in us?