I stood under her magnificent trees and sank to my knees. I was shaking with guilt, crying for forgiveness.
"We were cowards, we are cowards, I am so sorry for the damage we have caused you. Not recognizing that you were melting, and not seeing that you were drowning. You were calling out for help when we thought you were trying to hurt us. We have killed your fantastic beasts for game and food. We have kicked your wonderful beings out of the rainforest for development and agriculture. When your ice was melting we ignored it, called it a 'hoax'. But you were just crying out for help."
As I was walking away from the tree and quickly turned around and dug my fits into the ground. Now screaming and crying I begged for the unforgivable. For one more chance to not screw things up, for one more chance to choose peace over war, for one more chance to not see our home implode because of our doing.
The ground began to rumble, water came rushing in on either side, the land began to split between my toes and the animals began to cry for help. Every last piece of strength I pull out of my heart. Screaming, crying, begging for help. She said no. Not a big surprise, as my body sank to the depths of what was once New York City I stopped begging for forgiveness, I gave in. I helped push myself to the bottom where I would be with the people that destroyed our home. They ignored the signs when people were protesting, they sang themselves to sleep with a lullaby unaware and not caring. When the whole world around them was crying for help.
