The Choice.

You can surround yourself with ugly cans, burnt-out
flatlined craziness. Old cars, cigarette smoke,
and roads to nowhere.

Or you can find orange maple leaves hanging from
a silver sky. Ripe berries, fields of sunflowers bent to hear
the charming whispers of streams.

One is there for the taking. You needn't do anything at all.
The other you have to walk out on your own to find.