Dancing Letters

Human

Human
"May the earth forgive us for what we did to it."
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Many years ago,
The Sun was my flourescent light.
The moon watched me sleep.
The stars were my dreams.
The night sounds, my lullaby.
The wind played with my hair,
The creek was my bath, my sink, my kitchen.
I was happy.
The grass was my carpet.
The sky was my ceiling,
The trees were my shade.
Birds provided beautiful, uncomparable music.
The plants provided me pure air and food.
I wore no shoes on the land I loved.
I really was happy.
The forest was my playground and my job.
The world was my home, it had no windows or doors,
keeping nobody in or out.
The animals were my friends and we frolicked everyday under the warmth of the sun.
Many years ago, I was human.

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But now,
The Sun is hidden by thick, black smoke.
The moon is a dim shadow.
I no longer dream.
I sleep under the noisy tumult of the city.
The wind is dry and sour, and my hair is a nuisance to it.
The creek-what creek? It's been dried up to make way for a road.
When did all this happen?
The grass is dry and dead.
The sky is gloomy, and my ceiling is a thin sheet of metal.
The trees are gone, and so are the birds.
The air makes me cough, and food is fake no matter how "natural".
The land is dirty, and I wear thick boots to keep me from that which I used to love.
This, this, destruction, it is madness.
The forest is gone, and my job is making numbers on sheets of paper.
I don't play anymore,
Everyone keeps to their own, and the world is keeping to itself too.
My friends are dead. We killed them.
And by that time,
We were no longer human.