where’s the buck go when it rains or the squirrel into a little hole? trees now feeling rain they remain calm what is nature, but a reflection of ourselves nothing untouched by humanity and what is human, really but that grey smog which has cloaked the earth nevertheless, i’m cheerful because life is infinite! no matter the suffering what does the deer think of the biggest bird in the sky? lot of noise disrupting stillness Kian Blewett