Mother Nature's Death
Mother nature is dying. She is drowning on the vast and endless oceans of blood of our sisters and brothers, which we spilled when we got carried away in a game of sibling rivalry. She is choking, reaching for the air her lungs crave but failing to grasp it because we have either chopped down all that provides it and poisoned and polluted the little which remains, making it unusable and deadly. She is dying of thirst, she cannot drink the water because it is littered with seas of plastic and trash, her lips and chapped and bleeding. We have pumped the blood out of her only to replace it with chemicals and drugs which only make her sicker.
We are killing mother nature, who held each and every single one of us, who let us climb and hide in her trees, who let us bask under her warm light as we slept under her shade and she caressed our skin with her soft breezes. She, who gave us countless memories at the beach or in the mountains, who gave us inspiration to create new worlds and inventions and who let us see true, unspoiled beauty in her jungles and forests. She, who forgave us when we forgot all that she had sacrificed for us and took more, like spoiled brats, always wanting more, never saying thank you or please.
She gave us so much, perhaps too much, always looking after us as we run and trample her once green grass with nothing but love in her smile and eyes. Even as we desecrate her corpse she smiles down at us, but this time with a certain hint of sadness in her eye. Not because she is being torn to shreds by the own beings she created and loved. But because she knows that she is dying and that when she is gone, so will we, her savage, blasphemous, beautiful children. And it will all have been our fault, not hers.
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