Eyes bigger than something, believing they can take on bigger things but not truly seeing for the real size in hand.
Directions are not just signs showing the way, they are also mental notes taken into mind for understanding the given path.
Ruffling their feathers creates different stages of importance, for how they keep matters to memory. Like some filing system that works its way through till to be thrown out like trash.
Their bombshell hasn't even been dropped yet and still to shockingly appear like a jack-in-the-box. And, building on communications on the matter, too.
If it weren't for being labelled, while sitting upon a colourful outlook of a world, would not know where to look. But, others tend to follow their noses, a scent of a trail to their idol.
In the forest; greed is a matter of quantity, for being fed in small doses. Not being satisfied enough with quality so seek for more. As a spoonful of sugar at a time to sweeten their desires to tantalise. Yet are being pushed in that direction, forced towards the only way to know how.
In the stones; someone's throwing their rattle and making a big worldly fuss of it as mountains were meant to be conquered, of course there will be that one who makes an even bigger commotion creating even higher mountains, love is for that one whom puts the cherry on top for knowing precisely how high to climb towards.
St. Matthew Ch.16:V.28 " - Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom."
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