A letter from Mother Earth who is asking to be healed.
My dear children,
I decided to write you because my whole body is deeply wounded by your careless actions. Can you imagine how serious the situation is? I am afraid that soon I become a deserted wasteland – not at all the beautiful Blue Planet I have always been.
The increased volumes of gases released by the burning of fossil fuels, land clearing and agriculture caused me in the last 50 years a sort of fewer – the global warming. Polar icecaps have started to melt, which in near future will raise the sea level. Consequently large areas like the Nile Delta; eastern seaboard of the United States and parts of Bangladesh will become uninhabitable.
Ozone-shield thinning was detected recently over both north and south temperate latitudes. If there is no ozone layer what will protect us from the destructive cosmic rays?
Did you know that more than 16000 species are threatened with extinction because of your recklessness? When are you going to stop harming endangered species?
You are aware that I am ill, but when are you going to start healing me? What are you expecting for? Only a disaster can motive you to involve in immediate and sensible actions? Are you going to do something reasonable only when my body is almost ruined? I want to be healed – not resuscitated!
I know that you have already discovered environmental friendly technologies. Why do you not use them?
When are you going to recycle all your rubbish? It takes so little effort and you would achieve so much by doing it.
The greatest favour I ask from you as a mother is to stop deforestation. Don’t you know that the forests are my lungs? Cutting trees for economical purposes is like selling pieces of your lungs for money. Can a moribund enjoy affluence?
Use plastic instead of paper for books or paperwork – a ll the forests would be extremely grateful!
Many times I wonder if you are the cancer which will destroy me or the children of stars who will conquer the whole universe.
I know that you are intelligent, but I wonder if you are wise enough to heal me. Will you act before my whole body becomes an endless desert?
Have mercy upon me: engage in all those sensible actions which will heel me. I am looking forward to seeing that moment. Please do not let me down! Heal me now otherwise you have to resuscitate me later.
Mother Earth, a worried and wounded mother.
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