Soaring on the winds, a bird's eye view, how perspectives change, when everything down there is so, so small.... Little ants scurrying to and throw, frantically, searching. Looking for love, for friendship, for warmth. Food for life, food for the soul. I adjust my wings to the incoming wind, drift away to more of the same, more of the same, Quiet, only the wind and God, my company now... Where to, my destiny, whereto my wind. Everywhere little ants, more of the same, more of the same....