The Way it is,

Time Places, many different races on a planet from deep in the sea, from the core to the mantel to the ocean shore, the fish the life we know, until we discover more, To the dirt the grasslands up the valleys to the tree,s, All the Humans the Animals, bugs insect and all that be, With more we can not see, Dimensions Aliens Bigfoot, Ancient stories from all around, to the Mountain tops, where some birds can be found, flying in the breeze, learning and looking down, Passing the message to the birds on the ground, nowadays what might they see, Humans vanish from the cities and towns, no one to feed them and have fun, just no one around, covide only we understand. Over this time tempers and conflict are common and moving around, From the highest birds to the one,s by you on the Ground. Can Mankind not work through this and move on, from what money for wealth, and land has them bound. Can other ways truly be found? Like the creatures of life, anything can change, just needs time.