She was stunning. A beauty. With her smooth skin and hair, everyone fell for her at first sight, no matter what gender.
But now she's dying. Because we are killing her.
Slowly, our false reality is sinking under her skin and poisoning her.
Rhea is dying because we are becoming selfish.
Every minute, she becomes sicker and sicker. We have noticed. The waves of outbursts shuddering us and intense trembling aren't ignored. But we can't do anything anymore.
She was our mother, and now we are destroying her.
Rhea, Mother Earth, the blue-green beauty, is now crumbling.
The only thing she can think of as she lies in fatal silence is 'why?'
'Why have my children betrayed me?'
How could we?
We continually forget about her, yet she is always guiding us, always helping us down the right path.
Have we grown up? Grown up enough that we can truly sustain ourselves without her?
Rhea will not die in vain.
We must remember.
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poesía'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
