The wings on the back of the bees hum as the perfumed flowers of the meadows sway to the sound of a calming wind. Peaceful hummingbirds zipping around pollinating flowers left and right, only to be joined by the elegant butterflies. The wind abruptly stops, all of the creatures in this once beautiful meadow suddenly vanish. It was for once a still muted moment in the peaceful meadows, only to be made thunderous as a deafening boom transforms the meadows into a rumbling warzone. Rockets exploding and bullets piercing through the air, soldiers screaming, but their words are made inaudible by the ear splitting jets and blaring helicopters zooming around. All of this pandemonium made at the hands of man.
We all bleat because the dearth of world peace, but are constantly in a raging hubbub trying to achieve a “higher status” than the next man.