The Beauty of Nature and it's Creatures

Warriors

Warriors are not born; they are made. 

Amongst trees and prairies and laughter, they are made. Amongst blood and freedom and birds' paths they are made. Under rocks and clouds and streams they reside.

The warriors of this world stand not on two legs with little hair and intelligent, egotistical words.

They are bipedal, tripedal, quadpetal, invertebrates and vertebrates that meet us as we open our doors and walk to school. They scurry and shuffle and slither as we step. They caw and cower and create space between us. 

How could they not?

We are the conquering misguided warriors of tomorrow.