Earth

Her hand was soft as she felt the tops of fresh wheat. She glided across the field, her presence making waves of grain. She lifted her arms and stood in place. She looked around the small farm she was on and felt the wind go through her hair. She let out a sigh, a new breeze going over everything she owned.

She smiled and danced. She jumped and twirled. The inhabitants of her world would've thought she was crazy.

But they could not see her. They could not hear her. They could only feel her. She was the breeze in the trees, she was the rain from the sky. She was simple and special.

But then, one day changed her.

She was dancing in the ocean until something caught her delicate hand. She looked at what had snatched her, wondering if it was a bird or a fish.

It was neither.

Something solid and flimsy was around her wrist. She looked at it oddly and went back onto the shore. She looked at it, not knowing what to do. Then something was at her ankle. She looked down and was surprised to find wire coiled up and around her foot. She tried to take it off, but found it extremely tangled. She gave up trying to take off whatever was on her and rose into the air.

Many days later, she danced in clouds and found herself extremely warm. The clouds slowly vanished and she could hardly move as the temperature around her kept getting hotter and hotter. The heat dried her skin, making it cracked and painful. She floated about in the air until she saw a lake. She went down to it, hoping to cool her body and heal her skin. When she dove into the lake, her cracked skin burned even more, making her dash onto the sandy shore of the lake.

What's happening? She thought. What's happening to me? She looked at her body with her eyes:

Her once glimmering skin was now cracked and dried to be like a desert. Her body was tangled in trash and her glorious dress of white was now brown, grey and even black. She looked at her reflection in the water and saw that her once wavy locks of hair were now matted, tangled and dried.

She looked at the body of water ahead of her and saw herself: her actual self. The body of water was full of trash and dead fish. She even saw things sitting around her, like cans and trashed inflatables.

She felt sadness wash over her. She was no longer gorgeous, she was no longer fresh. Her body was terrible, her world was terrible.

The inhabitants were terrible.

She felt anger quickly wash away her sadness. They were doing this to her, they were causing all these problems to her.

Now it was time to return the favor.

She rose to the sky, her body in pain but her anger forced her up into the harsh blue. The heat dried her up more, but she stood. She would show them what happens when you ruin nature.

Over the course of many years, she broke out fires, tsunamis, tornadoes, volcanoes, and thunder storms. Her anger grew more and more as her pain tortured her. She kept telling herself that the inhabitants weren't taking the hint and how she made things bigger and more obvious.

One day they would find out. She said to herself. One day they would listen.

One day...She said...they can die with me...