There is a wind blowing softly through the mountains.
It caresses the trees and they chuckle, happy as the birds that reside within them.
They live, much more free than most, yet suffer from the same global issues. As we all populate, increasingly becoming more doomed by the day, the scale still moves in their favor.
Animals will always be happier than others.
And as the leaves fall and carbon does its duty, I shall do mine with nitrogen.
Die, decompose and nurture the chuckles so graciously provided by the wind.