Pollution And Climate Change

First, of nature's course, it was the birds; for theirs the air, above and over all; knowing by intuition without need of words as providential, seasoned, sure as sparrow's fall; and knowing too how much to trust to men who do not even trust each other. It was, of nature's course, the snowy eagle entrusted with the task: the only bird who may look straight into the sun; and thus to whom that message might be given, to ask, to pass on to his lord; the only bird whose plumage may reflect the sun's majestic rays, and live; perhaps to bring a message back. As to the message - was it just a sprig of leaves from tallest tree - polluted, withered, black as crow? or was it something inner in the words as spoken on the flight from wintry sun to warmth, or warmth to Northern spring? They watched, the conference of the silent birds, while snowy eagle, like the teepee's early morning smoke, ascended higher, higher, into the sun's great eye, which never man - eagle alone - may see; and... do birds hope? Or as the twilight falls upon the earth, accept that what shall be, shall be?