The Earth's Tale
April 21, 2021
Oh hello there. So, you are the last person that survived? I know, all of these are madness. I am already exhausted but I need to tell you a story. Are you ready?
Four-thousand-five-hundreds-
Finally, when I was one and a half billion years old, God gave His trust by giving me something that lived inside my body. It was just a tiny creature, but I felt proud. The living thing that resides in my body began to produce oxygen in the atmosphere, and it helps me a lot!
Then large creatures began to be born and born massively. Fishes, reptiles and insects, a ton of them! They make a lot of changes, hastily. These creatures never stop evolving. When some of them go extinct forever, some also change into new forms.
I was satisfied with these massive creatures. They play an essential role in the creation of the ozone layer, repeating the oxygen cycle and creating soil. For thousands of years, I've lived with them, watching their shape changes from time to time. I saw reptiles in the forests until mammals in the savanna.
When I got older, I felt a new dweller appeared. And they were different. They plant seeds in their settlements instead of moving around looking for new plants. That’s smart. They created tools, unlike the animals that use their body for everything. Ah, I remember being confused when they killed all the deers in the field when I thought a few were enough for a week.
They keep increasing and increasing. That means more building, more animals to kill, more forests to burn. More to get and more to waste. Their population is large, too large. They created junks that hurt me, that hurt others. Nothing is balanced anymore. Oh, how painful it is when they destroy the air layers I’ve made with my previous residents for millions of years! My ocean is full of disgusting stuff that will remain after years, harming all the corals and the wilds.
They are you, your people. I thought God gave you sense and intelligence. I thought you were supposed to be guarding me and other creatures, not wrecking it.
You don't own me. You are only guests, like any other being. Water and air, plants and animals, would be just fine without you, without humans. You are the one that depends on these things. So why did you murder them?
But now it's too late. I'm tired of giving out signs of my sadness, my anger. You never understand. That’s the end of my story. Everything is gone now. It’s time for me to rest. So it's the end of your story too.
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Please help as much as you can, at least educate yourself. We don't own the earth.
https://www.greenpeace.org/indonesia/aksi/saya-bersama-hutan-papua/
https://www.greenpeace.org/indonesia/aksi/pantangplastik/
https://www.greenpeace.org/indonesia/aksi/pulihkan-hutan-pulihkan-harapan/
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