The power of nature arose, spreading through the earth,
Surrounded closely by blades of grass. The mammals froze ready
to protect. Flowing to the brick hard road. Bearing moss green,
cyan blue, starky brown, rosy pink just screaming colors. With
rough, soft, creamy, and scaly skin. I am Mother Nature. I am the
original native of this world. Mother to nature. No one is above
me. I rule supreme. Having given birth to Trees, Birds and
Animals. Virtually every species on earth. I have created land,
shifted continents around the world with the touch of one finger.
Gave life to all. Completely wiped out generations on earth several
times. But with the existence of the humans, I have been weakened
day by day. The humans have taken me into their hands attempting
to control me. I will bring a halt to this. The humans have to
realize that without me they will soon perish. I will stop these
humans, I will let them see the repercussions of nature. Cause
droughts all over the world, let the animals go extinct. Let them see
the animals suffer and in return they will suffer as well. Thunder
will strike their homes, Hurricanes will demolish their cities.
Earthquakes will shake them up, vibrating stronger than a phone.
That will give them the oil they’re looking for. Birds will no longer sing.
Flowers will no longer bloom. Fish will no longer swim. Ice will no
longer be ice. And if this is not enough, Trees will no longer breathe.
And humans will no longer live. I need not ask if this will benefits others,
for I know this is correct. This will benefit all and stop the world from
destruction. I request everyday and every minute for humans to
respect me. I, Mother Nature will let humans see the different parts
of me being destroyed. In animals, plant life, nutrition literally aspect
of human life will be affected. I know that humans have forgotten
about me. I will make sure repercussions are made for each part
of me being destroyed. I would have saved the humans. Make them
change their ways of living. If I fail and humans end up destroying
themselves. I will still prevail in some way or another, so it does not
affect me for I have lived for centuries. Nothing will be remembered
of this era. If awareness prevails, both humans and nature will live, both
respecting each other. ONE cannot live without me