Two birds sitting on a wire
"Where are they going, these creatures. In such a hurry. They have not even noticed our presence. They are caught up in a spiral. Like a dog chasing its own tail. The same route they take, to their time restraint existence. Surrounded by concrete, their tombs lined with glass. Their eyes glassed over with greed. They take more than they consume, they destroy more than the produce, and they grab more than they give."
"These takers! What will they gain from their greed? An understanding that with it comes destruction and death? No! They will not learn. They manage to change the landscape and force their offspring to adapt regardless. It happens gradually and seems all part of a changing world, necessary to accommodate this degenerative progress.!"
"And look at them. Clever in mind but silly in heart. Willing to destroy millions of years of natural selection, the achievement of intelligence beyond measure, and they will the weakness of the mind, as if nothing else matters but personal comfort and power over all."
"What happened to the voices of the old and the wise before they became dependant upon this new order. Let us ask them if they know what the others have failed to see. Look up at us birds, here on the wire. See… Another day comes with abundance and joy. We will sing to you the wisdom of the birds…"
by Harry