The Earth… Our mother…

People lived on the big Earth which had always been kind to them. They liked to work. They liked to take a rest. Sometimes they had a walk along the blue rivers. Those rivers offered transparent cold water to them. They had a walk across the big green fields. A lot of flowers looked at them with tender smiles. The high blue sky offered rain to them. Sun offered warmth. "What else could I do for people ?" the Earth thought. "They are so unprotected. They are so fragile." The Earth loved children and adults. A lot of birds sang for them every morning. A beautiful rain played its music upon the leaves of the trees. Sunshine and sunrises were magnificent. "I would like people to be happy while they live," old Earth thought. She created a home of beauty for people. She wanted people to be able to live in this world of beauty and protection. But one morning she felt pain. The big bomb was blown up inside her. "What is this ?" she thought. "What a terrible pain I have now. I never thought that I could feel so much pain!" she cried. People had created new weapons. They had decided to test them. The cleverest people said that it should be done inside the Earth. Then it would be without danger for people. The Earth forgave them. She loved these people. "They give birth to children. They love them. They love each other. The bomb was a mistake," she decided. "Perhaps I make mistakes from time to time too. I remember that the rain was too heavy last week. For many days people had no possibility to go for a walk. Children did not play outside the houses. They had to stay inside. It was my mistake." A little later the Earth began to feel that she was ill. She could not understand what was happening. The forests were full of beautiful trees and animals. The air was fresh. "Why I am so tired ?" she thought. "My rivers… They are my veins… I feel how much dark water runs through my veins. People poured a lot of dirty water from big factories into my veins… I am ill now." She looked at her small children such as fishes, beetles. They were dead. They had no possibility to live inside such bad water. "My poor children. My poor little children…" sad old Earth said. She was no longer joyful after this black day. She loved people yet. Nevertheless she began to recognize that they were not so kind as she thought. "They are very strange people," she recognized. "I offered them my soul. They lived inside my light world of beauty. What do they want? What?" People made big buildings. They preferred to live in these buildings. "People's buildings remind of bee- hives," decided the Earth. She looked at the high buildings which were full of people. "Oh! No. They have no kindness to each other. The hives are not the same. Why do people want to be so far from me?" the Earth wondered. The air was not fresh in the big cities. The air was not clear in other places either. "Weapons, big factories … I can feel that many weapons are placed inside me. I am sure I will be killed by them some day in the future," the Earth reflected. She got used to the pain which she received from the people whom she loved. "The animals began to die. My children… They tell me about it in their simple language. They cannot live with such dark water, forests, sky…Everything is too dirty," the Earth thought. "People kill each other during the wars. What do they want! Why do not they think about their children as I think about mine? They think about new weapons which could kill people again! I do not understand them…" the Earth thought. "I am very tired. I have much pain. I do not understand those people who live in my soul. I love my children who are animals and birds. I love every little animal that live in my soul. Every one… Precious life…" "I have decided," the Earth said one beautiful morning when the sun smiled to the Earth with tenderness. "It will be my last present to these stupid people. I will give them a dark sky. That dark sky will cover them one of these light mornings. They will be asleep yet. They will be sleep forever. I will be lonely. Poor Earth… I will miss them. Especially I will miss the little girl with light hair who used to look at the high blue sky every day. She often had a funny little cat in her arms. My poor child… Precious Life."