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There was once a time where all living creatures on Earth lived in perfect harmony. The rules, which did not feel like rules per say, went a little like this: all species or kinds cohabited with each other and for each group of them they had for “sort of leader” a chief. This way, horses would have their horse chief, and the fish would have their fish chief and so on. Although they were different, every single creature on the planet could also identify with one another as the same.

One awful day when the biggest storm any of the animals had ever seen hit the Earth, tragedy struck. The results were catastrophic and something no one had ever witnessed or knew how to deal with; a tree, a beautiful humongous oak tree had fallen down. The tree sat just at the side of a riverbank, which took to the task of covering the fallen tree completely with mud. Now the most interesting part came from within the encased tree in mud: a new creature emerged.

A human they called it. It had no feathers so it did not fit in with any of the birds, nor did it have claws or fangs or gills or any sort of features from any of the other animals. Nevertheless it appeared to get along just right with everyone. To tell you the truth here, everything seemed to run more smoothly than ever. Animals and this so called “human” complemented each other in a way that had not been possible or even thought of before.

Except “human” began to feel lonely and bored and with boredom comes curiosity, curiosity for new things, things that can either develop into good doings or things that can develop into mischief or into what the old, wise chiefs called “bad things”. This is where the story takes a bad turn because human decided to go down the path of wrongdoing – not for the evil of it, let us not put all the blame on this one creature, but all judgments aside this was the most intelligent and “complete” creature above all.

Human´s wrongdoings included things like using nature for his own commodities like cutting down more trees (first in the hope of discovering another animal like him), then just for the sake of it and finally to use it and build things from them (yes, houses for example). The thing here is a bond was broken and a new way of living emerged from this separation. Horses and their chief, and fish and their chief and every other animal distanced themselves from human and paved the way for what we now see as normal: humans use nature and animals for their own selfish reasons and no longer respect what once was a beautiful balance between the both of them. Bringing the world to an abrupt end and to the verge of extinction.

The moral of the story is…

People are not the bad guy in this story but we are indeed the lead role in the destruction of nature. We do only have this planet – this home – and yet we haven’t seemed to come to understand that we MUST take care of it.