The mountains in the distance sit quietly as the wind gently kisses them good night. The sun rolled its last rays as it eases past the horizon. Our hopes and dreams begin anew once more, the impending doom of another day passes beyond. For now the little people of Earth feel they are most important. Understandably ignorant in many ways, new to life. Older and wiser beings watch and wait for the children to become civilized. Morality and humane behavior oftentimes forgotten. Earthlings we are and we must become more.

By Robert Allan Coots
August 16, 2017