The Trees are smaller than you think

The trees towering over our heads is the Earth's grass. These infinite numbers of tiny sticks with greenery complete the Earth's carpet of which we Humans in the billions, insignificant to nature, are hidden within with an infinite number of creatures also sharing this Earth. Clearing paths and creating structures, we think we mean something but we do not. Like tiny bugs, we know nothing of this ancient world and the infinite possibilities of Life, past, present, and future, each and every Star above our heads offers. We are all still beasts like any other, killing other beasts and killing our own kind for our own individual selfish survival. Competing to judge each other's worth and marking territories which should have never been parsed, only allows the most fit survival and comfort while making slaves of the rest to be tortured to the death by our own hands. Our evil actions are the genocide of our own species and we mean nothing because we mean nothing to each other. We have yet to mature and teach our offspring to share, communicate, and cooperate to voluntarily exercise our natural abilities to create survival for all. Only then will the capabilities of the Human race be realized and be worthy of continued existence in this infinite day and infinite space we all are fortunate to witness before all is no more. Forget the history of borders, currencies, religious superstitions, trademarks, and the selfishness that separates the Human children of Earth. Open your eyes and see the nature of yourself and what surrounds you. The company and care of incredibly capable mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons is the gift we have all been given, so please stop killing them for stupidity. If we can Love, then we should care to contribute the best survival, luxury, community, and care for each and every one of our equally priceless Lives. Please help make the Human race mean something and give us purpose in this Universe we were born to explore and experience.