My dear child, living in war, I have heard your cries; I am
Mother Nature, the essence of the earth that
you live in, the creator of life, the mother of
all instincts. My silence has often been mistaken
for defeat, and non sympathy from my side. I
am sad to inform you that despite all the dark
ages my land has witnessed, this has yet to be
the worst and cruelest nights of all.
These foolish humans have not heard your cries,
sadly because an emotional plea or cry is a
message too deep for their shallow minds to
interpret, they have forgotten the essence of
humanity and giving... They have forgotten that
this is beyond any act of peace; it is cruelest
act of murder and it is being done intentionally.
I have existed for millions of years before any
religion, or man.
I am breaking my silence to tell you my dear, do
not fret over your life, your existence is never a
mistake, and you scare these dark forces with
your inner light. They are the cowards; they
fear a little body that holds the boldest soul and
the loudest cries. I want you to know whatever
happens no force on this earth can change the
fact that at the end you belong with me.
It is I, who control and witness the death and
rebirth of each flower, plant and tree after the
most rigid storms. I have watched over a million
flowers bloom each spring, and baby this is your
storm. Don’t give up, I’ll be here to embrace
you when everything else fails, don’t let your
soul give in to despair your spring will come one
day.
I will be your soldier when these savages come to
take you. You are too pure anyway to be a
human being… come with me and live in my soils,
I will always love and cherish you. Watch how my
animals and plants will teach you the true
meaning of beauty, love and sacrifice.
Your memory will never be lost in vain, because
your flesh will add innocence and purity to all
my seasons and lands, even the air. Your love
for life will live in me forever… You may decide
to fall down as a leaf in autumn, even as rain or
snow in winter… You can flow freely in my rivers
in spring or even bloom as a flower. You can play
in my clouds and fly up to my heavens.
Your spirit can wander through all my season
breezes so freely and effortlessly, your heart
will be in the sunrays at dusk and you can
gently bathe in my sunset.
Forget humanity…forget your body….Forget
these cruel savages, because at the end they
will have no place here after they go, they shall
vanish in a dark deep hole in the universe, and
only you will remain.
Don’t be afraid of death, don’t be afraid when
it’s time to go, think of me, and my promises
what is waiting ahead. Your end of living will
only be a new beginning with me. These fools will
think they have killed you; truth is you shall
outlive them all for millions and millions of years
to come, just like many innocent souls have lived
in me for a million years before.
Therefore, when your time will come for you to
go, take a deep breath, close your eyes in
peace, and think of me…Think of my light and I
will embrace you.
You are after all a child of nature, and I will
never leave you.
Mother Nature, the essence of the earth that
you live in, the creator of life, the mother of
all instincts. My silence has often been mistaken
for defeat, and non sympathy from my side. I
am sad to inform you that despite all the dark
ages my land has witnessed, this has yet to be
the worst and cruelest nights of all.
These foolish humans have not heard your cries,
sadly because an emotional plea or cry is a
message too deep for their shallow minds to
interpret, they have forgotten the essence of
humanity and giving... They have forgotten that
this is beyond any act of peace; it is cruelest
act of murder and it is being done intentionally.
I have existed for millions of years before any
religion, or man.
I am breaking my silence to tell you my dear, do
not fret over your life, your existence is never a
mistake, and you scare these dark forces with
your inner light. They are the cowards; they
fear a little body that holds the boldest soul and
the loudest cries. I want you to know whatever
happens no force on this earth can change the
fact that at the end you belong with me.
It is I, who control and witness the death and
rebirth of each flower, plant and tree after the
most rigid storms. I have watched over a million
flowers bloom each spring, and baby this is your
storm. Don’t give up, I’ll be here to embrace
you when everything else fails, don’t let your
soul give in to despair your spring will come one
day.
I will be your soldier when these savages come to
take you. You are too pure anyway to be a
human being… come with me and live in my soils,
I will always love and cherish you. Watch how my
animals and plants will teach you the true
meaning of beauty, love and sacrifice.
Your memory will never be lost in vain, because
your flesh will add innocence and purity to all
my seasons and lands, even the air. Your love
for life will live in me forever… You may decide
to fall down as a leaf in autumn, even as rain or
snow in winter… You can flow freely in my rivers
in spring or even bloom as a flower. You can play
in my clouds and fly up to my heavens.
Your spirit can wander through all my season
breezes so freely and effortlessly, your heart
will be in the sunrays at dusk and you can
gently bathe in my sunset.
Forget humanity…forget your body….Forget
these cruel savages, because at the end they
will have no place here after they go, they shall
vanish in a dark deep hole in the universe, and
only you will remain.
Don’t be afraid of death, don’t be afraid when
it’s time to go, think of me, and my promises
what is waiting ahead. Your end of living will
only be a new beginning with me. These fools will
think they have killed you; truth is you shall
outlive them all for millions and millions of years
to come, just like many innocent souls have lived
in me for a million years before.
Therefore, when your time will come for you to
go, take a deep breath, close your eyes in
peace, and think of me…Think of my light and I
will embrace you.
You are after all a child of nature, and I will
never leave you.
