And an attempt at poetry.

Freedom

A butterfly moves from one plant to another at its will.

A fawn eats green shoots in an open meadow.

A dragonfly hovers above a pond.

Free they are, they do what they want.

Or do they?

The butterfly MUST flit from plant to plant or it will die.

And after only one full earth day it does.

The fawn eats in the meadow at its peril or it also will die.

And even then may die.

The dragonfly only rests for short periods before it also resumes the search for food.

And it also may die.

A young boy with a butterfly net

A cougar lying in the sun near a meadow.

A kestrel flies low over a pond.

Free they are, they do what they want.

Or do they?

The boy searches for butterflies for his collection,

But he must return home soon to his schoolwork.

The cougar saves its energy for the upcoming run through the meadow for its dinner.

The Kestrel dives low to the pond to find its food.

The world is in a constant state of energy.

Movement.

One thing against the other.

Life versus death.

And we sit quietly in our homes and complain because life is not what we expected

How pitiful we are.