Soaring high in the clouds seeing all that layout beneath me. Spotting mouse running from my shadow. I ponder to myself why does that small brown field mouse run at the sight of my shadow. As it scurry around unbenounst   to him what i will do? it just fears that it willbe that crazy birds supper. But yet I press on as the mouse finds a hiding spot in a old rotten log. I see the glorious view of nature be for me. Fields of clover vast  forest that seem as a river of blowing grass as if i could land and float away into nothing but still have been there for a reason. As I follow the river of trees beneath me I find my way into the harshness of the hardened trees. ants seem to scurry around between the trees that a in perfect place. these monster eating and spitting up the ants around the square shape forest all of this seems to end in to little mounds of color unknown. I fly lower to see if what i see is what i think it is. the ants seem to grow larger and aren't even ants. they are more upright walking on two feet. the monster are still as strange to me as if these thing let these creature inside to tell them were to go. with a roar the smoking beast is off to some place unknown. following a gray thing with a yellow line splitting the monsters. seeing that even with this some monster still have trouble following the line set before them. its mouth all bent out of shape another monster even bigger with a flashing light upon his head with the up right ants running out of it to the ants in side the monsters then they leave. does no one care for the monsterleft on the gray thing? there it lay slowly roting away. I have seen what this day gives me. I fly back to my tree to roost. I can hear thing sounds of yelling from the beasts with the ants telling them were to go. why don't they sleep as I lay my wing upon my head and drift off into my realm of happiness. I sleep.


What was the point of this? who point of view was it? The bird that flew over your head what does he see monster as cars ,ants are people ,hardened square trees as buildings ,and gray things with yellow lines as roads. How does God see us his great creation. As humans we can only speculate what it will be are we the ant or are we even smaller the speck of sand. when something goes wrong look at the situation differently because there are many points of view seeing things not with your own mind and knowledge is a changing experience.