I leave here a rambling, whose meaning seemed important to me. Our existence is ephemeral but still and with that we are wreaking havoc. That is why I have this little poem called Nature!
Mother earth, pachamama or nature. Extensive lists of names have been created. But after all it is the same. The giver of life. The refuge of the species. The person in charge of the weather.
The human loves his riches and wastes his resources. The being that destroys itself destroying everything in its path. The one who has spread the chaos. If so we continue, if nothing we avoid. Nature has to exterminate us like a plague.
You want to live. Love and take care of everything around you.
With a grain of sand per person it is possible to create a desert.
