I am hurt.

For every day of the past two-hundred thousand years I left you free to roam about on my land. I let you trample upon my grass, I let you disturb my peaceful waters. I offered the trees for you to cut and build your houses with, I gave the mountains for you to carve and shape to whatever a human mind can desire. Then the animals were there, once calm and restful on the waves of green, and you took them as if they were your own; you slaughtered them, tortured them, raped them! Yet I did not move.

No, I did not merely watch. Mother Nature does not just watch. I have been growing more trees at a rate faster than any time before, painting with an olive tint the soil you all burned. I refilled the ocean basins you tarnished and dried. I tried my best to mold the earth into what it was, but then you come again and undo my hard work, trashing it, throwing it to waste. You tear down the trees faster than I can raise them. You use up the waters quicker than I can gain them back. And then I am left to grieve. To mourn for the loss of everything you have killed. Every second is misery to me, while you dig out holes to wound my skin, cut down trees to shave my hair...

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And at first I thought it was helpless, that I would have to love you as my children forevermore, even as you hurt me. But I know it shouldn't be like that. You deserve nothing, even love.

My plan has been to leave you alone, to let you bask in your own glory, and progress for a few hundred years, then hope that the consequences would make you want to undo your actions. Hope was the only thing that kept me sane and unmoved. But it was painful. I cried for a better day for thousands of years. Now I wish that I was stronger then, so that it wouldn't have worsened into the state that it is today.

So I changed that plan.

My work may be slow, but every minute from now on would be worse, giving all of you a shadow that will remain inside all of you, growing, blackening, until you decide to share with me the pain you bring to nature. The plagues will release, the forests will fight back, the mountains will spit on your graves, the clouds will flood your walls! And when humans can no longer reign over Earth again, I shall clean the mess you have made, return the world back to when you were never here.

You were once my children, but if you use me to my death, I think I have all the right to attack you.