“Mother Earth speaks in a language people can’t understand but dogs and cats, snakes and leopards can. Mother Nature loves us more, and she needs our Love as well. People, Mama needs our help!”
She harshly waved her right hand and helplessly covered her nose with the back of her palm, trying to overtake the stinky cigarette smoke but as quick as a wink, it invaded her sense of smell, followed by the fetid water of the marsh and the odorous blow of the wind. She coughed loudly, barely able to breath, and in an instant, history repeated itself. From the moment she was born until now that she’s fighting with Death, a sudden and disturbing vivid memory of the past rushed in her mind like missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
“You are my baby, Nature, and the moment I’ll pass away, people will soon call you ‘Mother Earth,’” her mother once told her while they were watching the beautiful waves of the ocean, sparkling brightly as if jewels and gems were gracefully scattered over them. They concurred swaying their heads with the rhythm of the birds’ songs, with the waterfalls’ and with the sweet melody of Mr. Fresh Air who is playfully running around them while molesting their golden braided hairs. Their feet seem to have their own brains as they stamp with the elephants and dinosaurs frolicking on the grassy desert; their flawless marble like fingers creating loud tick-tocks as they tap on the colorful rocks sorted according to their types beside them.
She could clearly reminisce how tidy and stunning the aesthetically built Earth was, not until people began to greed for more, avarice, avarice! People want superiority over their fellas, they desire for glory and fame, their desires intensifying without limits. They began to dig deeper into Nature’s mother’s stomach looking for wealth, for gems, maybe. They abuse their right to use Nature and her mom, as fast as how they forgot their obligations to care for the two, ‘til Nature’s mother finally bid her goodbye.
Nature, now called as Mother Earth as her deceased mother foretold, tried to stand stronger; and so, she considered men’s mistake as misdemeanor. She let them do what they want, get what they want, make what they want, and live what they want. She never complained, she never roared nor grumbled due to an intolerable hunger, nor due to an exhausting bitter life.
Yet, she hadn’t really made it at all. Odoriferous wastes and discarded materials, all kinds of foul-smelling substances so, the paradise before, is an epitome of hell now and a perfect view of a dreamland before, is an image of a dark abandoned castle now.
Slowly losing all the remaining atoms of oxygen within her, she outstretched her hand into the sky and smiled – a bitter one, before she heaved her deepest breath, and so she evanesced.
