Dear Mother Earth,
It was a beautiful day and the children were playing tag. I was on the balcony, smiling as the cold breeze touches my skin. Suddenly, a butterfly filled with colors pink, blue, black and yellow landed onto my hand, it was beautiful, as beautiful as the bright, sunny clouds. I said 'hi' to the tiny creature then blew it away. Some moments I heard the birds singing with the flow of the wind. My messy, black hair danced with the tune of the music that had formed. The lake at the backyard splashed as the feet of the laughing kids stepped on it. But the water sounded good to my ears, and I swear, that moment was infinite. I stretched my hands and suddenly woke up from my wonderful dream. I can now hear the loud beeps from the cars outside my building. I look out of the window and see the big, black smoke from the bread company just some distance from where I am standing on. I look at the sky searching for some birds, instead, I see a plane faring to its destination. I walk out of my room and see my brother playing his latest iPad 5 that dad bought yesterday. I walk to the bathroom and look into the mirror. I sighed, thinking how far the world has gone, wishing that everything was just a nightmare.
You were so beautiful, Mother Earth. And it's been an honor for me, for everyone, to be a part of you. We were so innocent then, and as we were walking through our life journey from day to day, we had been discovering things. We invented these, we invented those. We built here, we built there. And I can say that the growth of modernization has been so rapid. Now, you are filled with technologies, stuff that have been giving benefits to your dwellers, but have been an endless catastrophe to thee. And for all of this, I feel sorry for you.
I would like to take a moment thanking you for being our habitat since the threshold. If not for your existence, our existence would also have been impossible. Without you, where would we be now? We would be out of nowhere. So thank you, you deserve a massive thank you from everyone.
For all of what you've done to us, we've been a disaster to you. And I'm afraid now that you seem to be having your revenge. But before anything else happens, I would like to say sorry. Sorry for destructing every little part of you. Sorry if we were too busy discovering new things to remember that you were suffering because of our movements. But this I promise, I will never join those harsh dwellers of you. I will not again do something that, I know, will hurt you. I will be one of those people who live to take care of you; and not to ruin your beauty, until I perish in your arms.
I go back to my bed and lay down. Silently looking at the ceiling, thinking that maybe it is not too late. I close my eyes and draw the beautiful world in my vision. Maybe one day, someday, the world will be as beautiful as before. As beautiful as of in my dream. Then I whisper: hug me Mother Earth, so I will be safe and sound.
Your Loving Child ,
Lyka Mae P. Chiang