My Dear Children,
Since you began to walk upon me, you've asked me to speak to you.
I've talked through the wind, taught with my creations, and loved with my warmth.
My bones screamed to give you safety, and my heart has never stopped beating for you.
Perhaps these words will speak clearer than my actions have.
You have been given everything that you could possibly need,
but have still failed to see what lies before you and your place.
You are blinded by your greed and envy, wanting more than your share.
You believe that there is nothing more important than yourself.
So how does this make me feel?
This is what you are going to learn.
In simply terms, I am pissed off,
and it's time for you to know that.
Why should I continue to protect and love you?
You care not to protect that which made you.
The memory of your roots is far from your mind.
You have hurt me deeper than the scars on my face.
I am old, but I'm not stupid.
You think yourself wiser than me.
You think I don't know how to take care of myself because I am old.
Well let me tell you some things so that we are clear.
I know what I am doing.
I was doing this before you were even dust.
I have everything I could ever need.
Nothing you have can exist without me.
Without me, you have no home.
Without me, you have no food.
Without me, you have no clothes.
Without me, you have nothing.
Go ahead, and try to leave me.
You can't get very far.
It's cold and lonely out there.
The distance is greater than you realize.
So face it. You are stuck with me.
Like it or not, I'm all you have.
But let me tell you something else.
I'm not stuck with you.
All it takes is a little shake.
All it takes is some excess tears.
All it takes is my fiery rage.
All it takes is to hold my breath.
You see, I don't really need to be treated like this by you.
You are not more important than the other things I've made.
You are not doing anything special.
You have created less than I do in a single moment.
Do you still want to mess with me?
Do you still want to make me angry?
Do you still think you have control over me?
Do you still think it's your right to do with me as you wish?
This is the first and only time that I will speak like this.
I'm tired of you not understand something so simple.
You aren't stupid, so why can't you see your mistakes?
Open your eyes, and listen close.
Keep on doing what you are, and see what I will do.
Keep destroying what I create, and you will feel my pain.
Keep thinking I don't know what's on your mind, and you will learn that I do.
Keep looking for new ways to scar me more, and I will say goodbye.
I will shed my skin, and you along with it.
I will recylce you as waste to build something new.
I've done it before, and don't really mind doing it again.
This is your final warning to get things right.
Love the things around you, and treat them with respect.
Help the ones that can't help themselves, for one day it may be you.
Create for good as have done, and leave the bad behind.
Find time for the little things, because they are larger than they appear.
Treat the waters as if were your blood.
Honor the ground like it is your flesh.
Keep the air clean if you like to breath.
And leave my bones alone, they are my support.
I know my words may seem severe, but it's you that has brought them out.
I love you dearly, but refuse to be taken advantage of any more.
Grow the hell up, and quit acting like a spoiled little brat.
I raised to better than this.
P.S. : Your Father will be home soon. He's even more upset than me. I suggest you be home before he arrives, get your room cleaned up, and take
out the trash.
edit on 4-8-2012 by isyeye because: (no reason given)