Flames of Forgotten Flora

It is a human tendency to be destructive, but who is left to clean up the mess? Our own children, who are forced to endure pain and hardship just to experience the beauty of a single rose. We may revel in the present and admire the beauty of the damp moss, the orange leaves, and the softly shimmering lights of the night sky, but by the time we truly understand and appreciate their beauty, when we finally reach out, they will be gone.  

We used to bleed for the land, sacrificing progress for the sake of preserving the very thing that sustains us, but now nature bleeds for us. In the blink of an eye, this beautiful scene is destroyed. The beauty we see now? Replaced by apartments, urbanization, car parks, and pesticides in our food. We abuse the very land that gives us life, and the children of those who nurture it suffer the consequences.   

If we look into our past, we see humans burning and caring for the land with such reverence and passion. They did this before the world began to crumble, as if praying to a god that had yet to be created.  

In the present day, we toast to those who bring death, their lethal tendencies matching the gravity of mortality. We hold our glasses high, filled with our own fears, and let them overflow. 

But alas, when I wake again, if I ever do, I will find that maybe the world will be more beautiful than ever.