Nature's Place

Anty

G’day mate. Howzit going down there?

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Not bad mate, just gettin started on the day.

Whatcha lookin for down there mate?

Ah mate, just stretchin the creases outta me back after a cold night on the leaves.

Well, looking good there mate. Keep it up, eh.

Tryin mate, but someone keeps movin the bloody leaves on me.

Oops, sorry mate. Here ya go, some pollen for breakfast. … Yummm!

It’s first thing in the morning and this little creature was caught out on a cold night while patrolling the orange calendula flowers.

It took a while for him to wake up as the sunlight through the trees spurred him along to get with his morning ablutions.

Before anything that could eat him came along. Not that he would know this in any knowing sort of way, besides instinctively.

How lucky it seems these little creatures are. Not a care in the world, no worries or anxious expectations. No problems.

And all because they don’t think like we do, about themselves. So are free of that burden, or we could call it a baton.

As in a relay race, the human race, a race against time it seems. To flower into a race beyond self reflection, perhaps.

Right on time though, nothing out of place, everything serving the transition.

Pain making sane once more, sort of.

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