I have a theory about the awesome beauty of the natural world: It’s created by adversity. On a cellular, molecular, or possibly atomic level, plants (and US!) have to get out of the way when being pushed, and take a new, adventurous path. So a big branch gets in there and blocks the sunlight that is so yearned for, or a wind, bird-nest or landing creates an impetus for the filagree we see and love in tree branches reaching (seemingly) randomly for the sky. Works for all living things. Also all things geological. Water as rivers or glaciers craft mountains into sculpture. Those mean bullies of my childhood created a kid and adult with unique evasion techniques.
