this is a piece i wrote for english, some food for thought.
Change as a process- memoir to the earth
You used to be so beautiful, so full of life - flora and fauna everywhere.
If I got sick of people I could go and hide myself in nature, I would photograph you, paint you, sketch you, you were always the most important thing in my life.
I tried my best to protect you, but I am small and you are incomprehensively big.
I would often wander into the depths of the forest, or swim out into the crashing waves and although you were filled with the chaos of fish, birds, snakes, mammals and millions of insects, I always found peace in your clutches.
It used to be easy to find a place that had never been touched by grubby human hands, but soon it was almost impossible.
Some of us tried to warn people the impact that their “growth” would have on the environment, but all they said is “we’re creating jobs” and dismissed us as their logging trucks roared into the beautiful old growth forest in which I had found equanimity.
The human race had such overdeveloped minds, the ability to create and destroy, but we didn’t have the hearts or souls to match.
Our coal power stations polluted the air, we mined and mined and scraped the galilee basin clean of every last chunk, then we exported all of that overseas, over great, rumbling oceans whose shores were gaining on us, rising and rising but we knock it aside, pretend it’s not happening.
When those displaced by our actions come seeking refuge, we cast them aside.
We destroyed the places we deemed most precious; we destroyed the places we said we never would.
All of the beautiful things that I remember are no longer.
Humanity was simply a suicide bombing of the earth, we destroyed everything round us and so we destroyed ourselves.
I grew up in a prepossessing forest, there were tall trees, some of them were hundreds of years old, they supported entire ecosystems, the trees were caked in moss and vines curled around their branches, in the spring the vines sprang to life, blooming with brilliant colours, filling the canopy with bees and honeyeaters, come to feast on the sensational flowers.
I would spend hours splashing in the shallow creeks, abundant with crayfish and eels, I love photographing the water running over the rocks, I loved to watch the dragonflies flirting on the ferns.
The forest kept me alive, until the days when they began to take it apart piece by piece. To build a bypass, a plantation, some houses, a gas station, they slowly but surely took away the place I loved most, and people say that home is where the heart is, and my heart was buried in the grooves of those old, old trees, they had watched me grow as I had watched them and now they were gone but I was still here and I felt useless, why couldn’t I have done more?
Soon I couldn’t even see the stars at night.
Humans are selfish and heartless, you gave us life and we ripped you to shreds, we sucked you dry until you had nothing left to give, and only then did we realize that when you were barren, we would die too. And we did.