Hear Me...

The wind that moves through the pines before sunrise pulls my thoughts out of their bony casement and carries them to ocean waves, heard from a distance.

A rooster and a male quail vie for vocal one-up-man-ship.

Whispering, now the wind speaks a message to any who will listen.

"Our mother--the earth--does not patronize us. She still blesses us with bounties and beauty, while she warns us repeatedly that we are making trouble for ourselves.
We are aware enough now to hear and understand these warnings. Yet, like rebellious, selfish, head strong youth that we are, we plunge ahead--careless, and thoughtlessly.

The earth's life-blood may be water, but oil is also. The demonstration she is giving us now will make it clear to even the most uneducated among us--the extent and importance of our interdependency and connectedness of all inhabitants on this planet.

The concluding result will be drawn out in time such that, it will have a name in a plethora of languages.

Mother will make it clear that this problem we created for ourselves will require all our attention, if we are to assure the continued existence of our species. Our attention must be focused on fixing it, preventing it, and all activity pertaining to it be discontinued indefinitely."

The wind is now sounding like a large crowd cheering with one voice.
The male quail sounds more like the rooster and the rooster has faded in agreement.