The Murder Of Mother Nature

She stands there in the distance, the breeze combing lovingly through her long hair. Her bright eyes reflecting the beautiful shades of yellow and orange of the sun as it disappeared behind the planet. She blinks, eyes shining as white snowflakes dance as they drift softly from the sky. Intricate patterns decorate her skin as she bathes in the glow of the sunset.

The more you look, the more you realise. Those shining eyes, they are glistening with unshed tears that are threatening to overflow. Those patterns are scars that litter her body, a constant reminder. A pathway of memories that only she knows, her own personal roadmap that led her here. That which is falling from the sky, that’s not snow, no. That’s ash and she is standing there watching her world burn before her, unable to do a thing. That fire, which you had thought a sunset, is blazing vastly out of control leaving nothing but devastation behind as it rips apart everything that she carefully built. Everything she has ever loved, everything she carefully placed, gone in seconds. A smouldering black mess.

She stands unmoving as the overpowering force creeps towards her. A single tear escapes as she closes her eyes. The fire now close enough to caress her abused skin. It gently reaches towards her, trying to sooth her aching mind with its warmth.

She looks around trying to find any excuse to stay, something or someone to keep her here, but everyone is oblivious to her need of a reason to carry on. Her eyes lock with yours but you look away awkwardly, embarrassed by your own curiosity and the part you played in her ruin.

Now she sees, but she doesn’t understand. She provided for you, she fought to protect the planet you claimed as your own. She sheltered you from the elements and forgave you when you hurt her. Her brother may have made you, but she took care of you, watched you grow. She had carved wood from her own skin just to keep you warm, but it wasn’t enough. When she tried to warn you, you ignored her and continued to fuel the fire that is suffocating you.

She looks to the floor as the rest of her tears finally fall. The raging fire tries to dry her face as it steps closer, inviting her into its cleansing embrace, wanting to shield her from watching the world she loved descend into chaos. He is the destruction of their own making, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He was born of greed, simply doing what he was created for, consuming everything in his path.

It isn’t his fault things turn out this way, but it isn’t hers either. She loved to much and them too little, now others would pay for that mistake. It was time for her to go and when this is over, he too would leave this place behind. She sobs as she gives in and welcomes it comforting arm as it encloses around her, trying to ease her pain as she cries for the last time.