Presence in the Clouds

I fly over the trees, fields, and city streets. As I soar, I look upon all the creatures down below. Watching as they live through their vastly different lives. From the busy, stressed out human, to the tiny ant. They all have their ways of surviving the biggest difficulties. Some of hem don't make it, while others often strive. I feel the wind rushing through my feathers as I fly over watching. These creatures with all their beauty. They don't know I watch. I see them from afar and learn from the behavior they put out. I watch and wait. Waiting for something unknown to all of them until it is upon them. My effect on them is very small. I am just a presence, a watching eye. They don't see me do they? I don't matter. A very small influence on them, I am. Just a ghost, floating through the clouds. Peter Pan is what some of them call me. When I am not escorting young children, this is what I do. Watch. Wait. Learn. Fly.