I see you all from here! Tiny ants, scurrying around in a chaos of your own creation. Each one too busy for the beauty in the world. I see great mountains, wearing snow hats, tipped to greet their friend the sky. Deep oceans, dressed in green, garnished with silver shoaling fish, and rippling waves, like horses running home. I see Mother Earth who binds us fast in a whirl of fields and forests. But you, little ants, tear down forests and pollute seas. The sky is darkened and the stars dim to your touch. While we, the clouds, created to refresh the world, pass by, shedding our tears in a scalding cascade of bitter rain.