Call it what you will. A boring field, full of dirt, mud and waste, or just a field, no more than that. People do not open their eyes fully. They are blocked, faded, hidden in shadow. But me, I see far more than you do. I see deep into the earth, into the sky, the wind and the water. My heart belongs here, and nowhere else does it find rest so relaxing. Here, let me show you…

   Such beauty my eye beholds! The grass beneath my feet, so light and springy, it hardly seems to bend or break under me. Its green is so jade, and the dew dangles from its tip, making the blade look like glass in the sun. Then plink! It drops, and moistens the soil with its richness. Above me is the sky, blue as the depths of the ocean, as the Great White Cloud Ships come gliding past. No cloud is similar, no pattern the same, white and grey, glowing the Sun’s rays. And the Sun! The God, healer and provider to all that lives around us, including ourselves. It provides us with food and life, so vast in size and heat, it is almost lethal to us. It is indescribable, yet I can describe my feelings of it from my heart. Can such attractiveness be ignored?

   To my left, I see the forest. A great, green army, strong and wise beyond all knowledge. Their strength, totally undefeatable, so hard you can feel it, and is still standing from the edge of time. Their bark so beautifully carved, the lines entwining and constantly swerving down to the earth. However, these poor creatures are meek and useless to our murder machines. Men, simply for our own needs and pleasure, slaughter them, burning, slicing, cutting, chopping and ripping them down without a care or any thought of mercy. Such endless life wasted, such perfection gone, it is a grief to me. I sigh, but then smile as my eyes see to my right my brother, my long-lost friend who has been lingering in my heart for years, and has always come to my aid: the river. Its strength will hold me up on its surface for hours on end, never tiring or failing its course or purpose. Its beauty, so blue yet colourless, shining like liquid glass against the Sun, its reflections show twisted and absurd portraits of ourselves & those around us. So refreshing and life-giving, how my heart soars in its presence! It is the perfect gift, and my eyes glisten I wonder, as I watch it fly so swiftly and effortlessly through the rocks and marble stones. Not only do I see, but I hear them. The rippling water, the bird song, the gentle wind through my hair. Such sounds are whispers in my ears of how wonderful our world can be.

    The flowers, painted by the hands of God, have colours so rich that no artist can even attempt to imitate them. So small, yet so fair, standing out against the wasteland that surrounds it. From the smallest weed to the grandest stalk, they are all beautiful in my eyes. Its fruit, the children of all nourishment, so fulfilling and juicy, the mere taste of it on my tongue is exciting. Its size varies; from tiny grape to majestic pineapple, from minute strawberry seed to massive melon, all are delicious, luscious. One mouthful so appetising, praise to Nature who created each drop of juice and each precious seed! Around me are my friends; some are flying, swimming, prancing, sprinting, or simply resting at my feet. All the animals in the world are special, the deer so elegant, the fish so swift, the foxes so alert, the rabbits so snug in my arms, the birds so slender in the air. Night and day, both times they play, each living their own way. From the antler to the wing, from the fin to the tail, each feature so eye-catching, each fur-stroke so soft, each type of skin so detailed. Can anyone hate or have the heart to abandon these creatures?

   Even so, this paradise is being destroyed even as I speak, we take it so much for granted. Although it grieves my heart to say it, soon we will destroy it, soon it all will be gone! Thoughtless, foolish minds of men who do not open their eyes and see this everlasting yet decaying beauty, our land which is dying, thanks to the hands of men, that are stained with the guilt of its mutilation. How I plead to them to stop! Their cruel deeds, tempted by their wicked hearts, make my tears swell with anger, it pierces my heart like the arrow from Hell! The tip of the arrow smoulders, soon burning into my very soul, making my heart weep with the agony of grief. Nothing can heal this pain of mine, save if they stop and beg for forgiveness. I cannot describe in words my supreme pain, only my tears can ever show how I feel. Am I alone? Or does your heart finally begin to understand…

So, our opinions are divided, but mine will forever remain strong and true. This is a true paradise, and yet the black hearts of men are destroying it. We have been given this world. What can we do about it?