I was sitting under the Oak Tree shooting the breeze when a small birdie landed at my feet. It started pecking at the grains of rice that were scattered on the ground.
I wondered …
the tiny grain of rice was tiny for me, but was probably the bird’s quarter, half or full meal.
A spider’s web is something I need to dust off, but it is the spider’s home.
Acorns on the ground are a nuisance to me and need to be swept away, but it is the squirrel’s livelihood.
A bee is worth swatting since it could harm me, but the entire world depends on bees for sustenance.
A piece of log on the forest floor is not worth a glance, but it is a lizard’s habitat.
Life may look like squiggly lines right now, a few years from now, it will look like the road that led us to our destiny.