He sits calmly watching over the land.
Gently he cradles his childs head in his arm whilst stroking its head with its index finger. He looks forlorn as he stares into their eyes and smiles a huge smile. Looking up to the sky a tear rolls down his cheek as he thinks of the days when his partner was alive, oh how he missed her so. His child resembled everything that was good in his heart, from the moment he woke until the moment he retired, his child was his one and only reason for living. Darkness creeps in, his eyes feel heavy and sleep takes his wake for six hours.
Morning is bright, the earth is throbbing, he stirs from his tranquility and gives out a huge yawn.
His little one is already up and experiencing the joys of the open air.
He stands proudly watching the young ones from a distance.
After hours of foraging in the woodlands for food, he calls time on his childs sporting activities.
They start making their way back home.
Fifty metres from home he sees some creatures with long shiny things on their shoulders, he suddenly stops in his tracks. He remembers that the shiny things made a loud noise and killed animals… killed his lovely partner. He had to save his little one from this fate, he just had to.
The shiny thing carriers started to close in on him, he picks up his child and for a moment a smile appears across his face as he looked into their eyes once more, ‘Wonderful’ he says and throws his child high into the tree standing next to him.
The shiny’s were now twenty metres away. He stood up strong and bold and hollered ‘I know I cannot beat the shiny’, he beats his chest with both fists, ‘But you will never take my spirit’. The thin, twig, looking things, were afraid of this ferocious roaring gorilla and cocked their shinys in readiness. He starts to run deep into the forest with the twigs in hot pursuit and the shinys blowing fire balls nearby. He remembered his own mother telling him a story about how she had escaped the shinys, ‘The unusual will save you’, he thought nothing of it then, but now, in his moment of need he could see a glimmer of an ‘unusual’ taking shape right before his very eyes. The base of the largest tree in the woodland had a secluded opening that he had used when he was a youngster, but would he fit in it now he was a full grown male, he had no choice but to find out. The shinys were dropping further behind so he squeezed under the tree to santuary.
Later that evening, after the twigs and shinys had long gone, he reunites with his child.
The stress of the day had taken its toll and after setting their new home, they sleep like logs.
The next morning, as they sat in their tree, they realised that not everyone had been as lucky as they had been yesterday.
‘Why?’, the child asks.
‘Greed, Vanity & Fear’ , he replies.