Gaia

“What are you then?” said man, to Mother Nature.

“I am the Earth,” she replied, “I am the gaiology of this planet, the ecology, the geology. I am the wind and the water and the stone. I am the birds and the bears, the bees and the bass. I am the spirit of the beginning, the natural design of your world.”

“Then you must hate us, “ said man. “For we are a parasite on your world.”

“Not at all,” she replied, “you have as much right here as I.”

“But we devour your crops, eat your animals”, said man. “You must hate us for that.”

“You are hungry,” she replied, “that is as natural as the stars.”

“But we build cities and roads, we tear down your trees to make paper and wood,” said man.

“I do not mind,” she replied, “that’s a better use for them than I was making.”

“Perhaps so,” said man, “but we pollute your skies and poison your rivers.”

“Who said that the first pattern of this Earth was the natural way?” she replied, “This world you live in now is no more or less correct than at any other time.”

“But we’ve tried to mend our harm,” said man, “we try to be eco-friendly, we plant new trees and filter our rivers.”

“Thanks,” Mother Nature said, to man.