The girl slipped back into her little mind space with calming music. She raises the volume, and as she lays on her soft bed, she closes her eyes and listens closely. The melodic rush of the river in the background, a beautiful voice singing with the river's unusual but sensational rhythm. She sets a vivid image of her as the woman singing on the river bank. With a flowing white dress that trails on the lush green grass, her hands touching and feeling flowers and plants' rough and soft skin. The girl adored the feeling of the tingling in her fingertips as she trailed the flower and plants as she walked by. The sun was shining, but the tall trees covered her, letting patches of sunshine in. She loved it, her feet tickled among the soft grass. She stopped, her legs growing weary each step. She sat down on a fallen tree nearby. The music has stopped, she is now in a dream. She sat harmonizing with the river again, taking in the beauty she has made, in her dream, she was a strange creature, Mother Nature, she called herself. But with sadness, she was growing weary each second, so with her last few dying breaths she made human kind, she believed that they would take care of her beautiful creation, she called her creation Earth and whispered it to the humans' ear. There they lay, human kind. She smiled at them as they slept, they were beautiful, she wept silently, afraid to wake them, sad that she wouldn't be able to greet them when they woke, her favourite children. As she was dying on her log, she sung, calling animals of all kind to help her to the river's edge, so she may be part of the creation. She became frail, the animals howled, tweeted and cried. They watched as their mother turned slowly to green, red and blue dust, she spread as the trees, the ocean and the desert. The animals grieved for their mother and decided to wake the humans, and when they did, they became aggressive, some killed the animals, and some killed the trees. Mother was hurt. She wept as the rain and became furious as the lightning and thunder. But she did still love her children even if they treated her badly. She watched as they and cried and wept, as they destroyed her bit by bit. The humans would turn against each other, they would fight each other for the land that was given to them to share, they would poison her waters, her lands and her air. They would kill her trees for papers and money that they would waste eventually. They would kill the animals they were supposed to look after for food or for clothing. Her plants grew tired and little by little were dying. Mother Nature's supposed beautiful creation was dying. She felt sad for those who didn't want their life anymore and handed it back to her. But she took them and took care of them. She hoped that we could clean her waters, her air and her greenery. She hoped that we would all come together as one and took care of her lands, they would blame animals for being aggressive when they were aggressive first. The hypocrisy. She is dying again and it's breaking her heart. She cried more and more, the skies grew darker in some days. Her ice thawed day by day, her animals that were once happy and full of life were dying from starvation, died from plastic or killed for money. It was all for money, money was the thing that confused her the most, she wondered why would they have to pay to live even if she wanted them all to be equal. The guns, the gore, the murder of her and her children and of each other, they hailed themselves and those "on top of their social status" they cared more about themselves and never did they once care for her. Only a few would listen to Mother's cries, but the rest wouldn't help or believe. All was beyond she could've imagined. She wanted them to live and be happy. Mother went wrong in her creation, and day by day she became disappointed and sad that once she would die, her creation ceased to exist. The sun went hotter and hotter, she can't take it anymore and she won't. Unless they all do something about it before it is too late. They are the true pests to this world, it is a bitter and a hard pill to swallow, but it is the truth.
The girl woke, Mother spoke to her through her dreams, she got up immediately and realized it was too late. The air was already polluted, the water was drying each day, each animal kingdom was already extinct, they were already dying but they still had the internet. They would have to wear gas masks before they went outside because the air was so toxic, they would have to wear protective clothing before they went outside so the sun can't burn them. The girl realized that Mother was punishing them. The girl was the only one who believed Mother but couldn't do anything. The girl wept and it started to rain. There were people outside and the rain burnt through their clothing, killing them in the process, the girl could hear the shrieks of agony. The weather forecast didn't predict rain today. She wiped her tears and the rain stopped. The girl smiled and stepped outside without her protective clothes and the sun didn't burn her. She beamed, others saw and did the same but immediately got burnt. The girl was the prophet. Mother Nature gifted the girl her powers from her remaining dust. She would be the last human standing and would restore Mother Nature and together, they would revive the Earth, they would restore human kind, but this time, they would know to take care of the Earth and Mother as well as the girl would be there to help them step by step. This generation of humans would go through all the deadly and painful process to rid them of their wrongful doings.
