The one standing looks like it’s about to give a TED Talk on grass.

The kangaroos moved with a kind of deliberate calm that felt almost meditative. One stood upright, surveying its surroundings as if guarding some unspoken secret of the land. The other grazed quietly, its head dipping rhythmically into the grass. There was no rush here—just an unhurried existence that seemed perfectly in tune with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant crash of waves. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy for their simplicity, their ability to exist without questioning the weight of time or purpose. The breeze carried a faint whistle through the bushes, as if nature itself were humming a lullaby for these gentle creatures.