Mother Nature Weeps

Her feet are bare as she steps over dried leaves, broken twigs, and the litter that has been deposited on the ground by generations of ungrateful half-wits.

She feels the soil slide between her toes, which wiggle unconsciously at the sensation. She feels the sharp, broken edge of a plastic bottle cap, but not the empty carelessness of whoever deposited it there.

She makes her way, naked but for the foil and the tin that has been abandoned upon her beautiful skin, and curses the souls of those who were too inconsiderate to protect her generous, life-giving form.

When she again becomes one with the earth, it loses the fertility she once provided to it, her heart too heavy with sorrow to produce sustenance for the cruel and heartless people who abuse her every single day.


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