STOP LIVING LIKE TOURISTS
I hear a whisper in the wind. I walk over stifled growth on once fertile ground. We live in a dilapidated home begging its inhabitants to acknowledge the value of its treasures, patiently suffering and waiting for change. Oh, how we ignore the most gentle blossoms in the most powerful storms; the most powerful truths in the most ironic ways. We humans have counter-attacked nature — alas a counter-attack since nature is our very selves. By living like tourists, we have forgotten the fact that our only home has no home insurance.