Life is to be compared with the humans who inhabit it. Perhaps we are at the point of becoming more civilized and decent. Perhaps change is on it's way though different than we would expect. Change with out hatred, contempt or fear... The goal of the human heart getting brighting. The sky's becoming more clear. Hope is a bird with feathers flying in the sky...cloudy skys give it a place, the trees, the grass..it is meant to be as it has always been...though we look within to find our happiness or shout at the sun.