Alive

You’re standing in a field and there’s a tree in the distance. It’s summer and all of the leaves have grown. You get to the field early in the day, so the rays of sunlight are visible. Birds are chirping, trying to find bugs for their young. You can’t see them from where you’re standing, but you know there are bugs climbing up the trunk and flying between the branches, doing everything they can to fulfill their niche: reproduce and act as a source of food. You wonder, “What time does everything wake up? Is it the same day after day?”

The water from the last rain is soaked through the roots, helping the tree produce the leaves and flowers its fruit will grow from. The birds know the tree isn’t just a source of food; it’s home. They built their nests for convenience and protection. They need to hide from the hawks flying overhead, waiting for its prey to slip up. The birds know they can’t go too far because they will get eaten or leave their young vulnerable.

The grass in the field is up to your waist and with each step you take, bugs fly in your face. You find it annoying at first, but you realize there’s life everywhere in the field. Bees pollinating the field, travelling from flower to flower in order to please their queen and keep their population strong. Then, you realize there’s more than grass in the field. Wildflowers compete with the grass for energy and nutrients in the soil, but they both thrive in their environment by making an effort to use only what they need to survive. Without the flowers, the bees can’t thrive. Without the grass, the birds in the tree can’t raise their young.

You look at the sky and see the hawk flying in circles, catching the updrafts to make it difficult for prey to spot it. You wonder if you’re being watched and wonder what would happen if the hawk came down and attacked you. Would it hurt? Would you kill it? How? You spot a rabbit eating wildflowers and begin to worry if the hawk sees the rabbit. Realizing the hawk needs to eat and bring food home to its young, you accept the fact that death is vital to life. The hawk drops its altitude and you know for a fact, it’s going to get the rabbit, but the rabbit is full and runs back to the tree line, knowing if it stays any longer, he’s leaving himself vulnerable. It lives to see another day.

Looking down at your watch, you realize it’s only been twenty minutes, but it feels like an eternity. It’s a Saturday, so people don’t have work, but you wonder why no one is outside. You hear something you’re not familiar with. You can’t put your finger to it, but you know it, you just haven’t heard it recently. It’s quiet. You hear how quiet it is. The only noises you hear come from the birds chirping and the wind blowing.

The wind blows everything in the field: the birds, trees, grass, flowers, hawks, and yourself. The wind pushes bugs out of the tree for the birds, causes nuts to fall from the trees, lifts the hawk into the air, and helps the bees pollinate the other plants. It also keeps you cool, so you forget it’s summer. Sometimes, gusts will blow everything at the same time, making the field look like a wave in the ocean.

A boy and his mother come up to you and the boy asks, “Why are you looking at the empty field?” You see a smile on the mother’s face. The boy continues and says, “There’s nothing in field and the grass is too tall to play in.” The mother then asks, “Did you lose something?” You tell them no and that you’re just looking, so they walk away. Now, you’re sad because you couldn’t share your experience, but you look forward to doing this again tomorrow.

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