The trade by Michael A. Smith
The trade 
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The faint sound of a mower as it allows its operator to do their task, spitting out strands of discarded grass that gradually gets louder and louder until it finally sounds like a lion or a helicopter on its final approach.

The trade by Michael A. Smith

The faint sound of a mower as it allows its operator to do their task,

spitting out strands of discarded grass that gradually gets louder and louder until it finally sounds like a lion or a helicopter on its final approach.

The sweet tune of the birds many sweet songs giving warmth to all those who would listen.

The occasional quiet that one might think would have a sort of eeriness about it but is quite relaxing even comforting.

That quiet never lasts long though it’s quickly replaced by the tune of kids playing or some other sound in this forever changing world.

The Sun beam’s it's warmth upon those below enabling them to see the great wonders that surrounds them.

Wonders like a squirrel climbing up to its nest high above the world below, or maybe it's just trying to find that one nut that brings joy to its little taste buds.

It probably doesn't question the world around it or wonder why it exists or how it came to be. It just eats its nuts or returns to its nest without a second thought or question.

It indeed lives a simple life free from all the worries in the world except its own survival.

Would I trade my complex life with all the worries in the world including my own Survival? To live like it does, free from all the worries in the world.

I would have to trade that which is most precious to me, it is the greatest gift of them all, my humanity. It's that one thing that binds all seven billion of us together it gives us strength.

We may be from this nation or that but do those invisible marks in the sand change who we are, humans?

No it does not, we may not all speak the same tongue or even understand each other completely,

but what we will always understand is a simple smile or frown or some other emotion that we all carry around with us wherever we go.

That's not tradable, while the squirrel lives a carefree life, I'll live one with many cares. The beauty is we will both keep on living.

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