We see the birds fly over the skies ,where sometimes we dream of. In he shadows of trees hey hide, shelter, breed and nurse their young. And to some birds, it is a place of defense, a tower of refuge, a point where they could see all the land, and only a few could have such a view.

The wolf dig holes and barrels, nest their young, train  them to be together, to hunt and prey and be preyed on as well. To the wolf togetherness is strength.

And we men; we mould, we craft, we build, we farm, we watch and be watched upon. Some times we seem dissatisfied, for our ego is much, we are care taker of creation. The carvers of wood  and hewers of  great stone into caves and monuments, and a race that posses fashioning of weapons, both great and small, both good and evil.
We posses many names according to race of kind, according families, according to tribes, according to sects of vicious talents and our know how and to research, companions who tell history and what is behind history.

For we are called men because we are descendants of our kind. We also posses beauty and handsomeness in like fashion of fathers and mothers. Our defenses are from deities of great power, weapons, towers and skills. We learn from many; of our kind and sometimes not from our kind.

We are the key to the next generation, we carry our life, history, genetic makeup, our sense of being and  how we want our future to be like to the next generation. W e will teach them of our world and what is yet to come. Such as is done by birds and other kind of animals, we must not forget our past.

We will remain the  ultimate purpose of creation, objects of worship, men and always men alike.