To be a friend...

Listen closely to the land. It calls out. It sings out its name. Savor it. Feel it. Sing with it. Listen.

Trees everywhere, with birds perched upon their branches. Flowers stretching out, waiting to be seen. Butterflies fluttering out in the breeze, under the shadows of sunlight. How much of this could we see?

Never is there enough time to appreciate. Rarely is there any time to waste on such trivial matters. Matters easily forgotten.

No. There are more pressing matters at hand. There's always more pressing matters at hand. Constantly do we rush for goals we alone could comprehend. Only we know why we rush. So busy that we have absolutely no time, to look at the land arouund us. To look upon the land.

To feast our eyes upon nature. To witness the sea rolling upon the sand. To smell the fresh salty fragrance brought by the breeze. To lay sight upon the setting sun. And to feel the calm of the woods. The serenity of the land.

No. We are too busy for that. Too busy to notice the creatures that live with us. We are far too important to be wasting our time with the animals that live so close to us.

To listen to the beating of wings of an eagle. To ask the cat how he feels. To see and touch the turtle and ask why he's shy. To see the tree and touch it. To feel it.

We have no time. We're too busy to be..

A FRIEND