Who are you really... says the summer wind that flows like a snake between the hills that bar the distance. Are you soft gentle and kind today or has the world hardened you into intractable decisions that hurt everyone though you can never rescind them?

Can you ever find peace? So says the sunlight as it filters through the trees to bathe you in celestial calm as the world sways beneath the heartbeat of greater destinies swathed in song until the melody tears at your heart.

Will a heart ever heal? Ask the wasp who watches her great work disappear under the poisoning spray of humans demanding a perfect world without her in it. Even though she is good and follows her heart toward what she was born to do it boots nothing and now she is alone.

Is it too late? Says the Robin who watches the Jay eat her clutch of eggs that she tenderly turned and can only now see the sun rise too high in the sky to begin again before winter. Where shall she now find peace and of what will it consist?

We journey on after touching the stars in our youth weaving a sullied path across all that we see and touch. The wind, the sun and the moon can only guide and often we do not see, but we always endure and in regret we grow stilted as all of us slowly realise we must go on alone.