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The Gardeners

Mother nature needs every creature whether covered in skin, furred or scaled, big or small to maintain her balance and fulfil their role.

We are the tools that harvest and trim her garden to serve her all.

The crustaceans that eats the sea plants.

The fish that nibbles on crustaceans.

The crab that captures the fish.

The bird that swoops on the crab.

The snake who poisons the bird.

The meerkat who eats the snake.

The hyena who eats the meerkat.

The Lion that pounces on the hyena.

From the sea to the air to land.

From the tree to the bug to the ferret to the warthog to the prairie dog to the elephant.

We all play our roles, doing the bidding of mother nature.

Sowing her seeds, eating to trim the excess, to do what we have to do and to make her feel blessed.

Following the instinct that only each individuals creature will know.

So why does humans have a burning desire to eat us all?

To trample the garden so the seed will not grow.

To eat more than their fair share.

To wear more than they need to stay warm.

Has it been like this since the dawn of time?

No, before neanderthal the dinosaurs did roam, wiped out by nature for taking too much.

Humans can keep cooking, there is only one outcome;

Boil the oceans.

Empty the land.

Ravage it all, until it turns into sand.

The places where animals used to roam and seed were spread out by nature alone.

Until they are desolate, too hot, too alone, with no one to listen to the last human groan.

Mother Nature will survive, she knows what to do, she will replace us all, quickly too.

The garden will regrow, different shaped tools will help to set her land free, her garden, her love, her passion will always bloom.

It’s only those that can’t follow her infinite nature that will ultimately end in doom.