The Mother

In the very distant past, humans treated the Earth differently. The Mother watched over her children as they tended to their gardens and developed their homes; to them, it was a chance at survival, but to The Mother it was conceived with another purpose in mind. They treated the nature around them with respect, leaving lands untouched and integrating their lives within the trees. They loved the land and the hope it had given them; they breathed the same air that the birds did, providing the little creatures with supplies to build their nests while the birds helped the humans by being a cheerful sentient alarm clock. The humans shared their lives with the animals around them, thus life was blissful.

The Mother looked on with dismay when the humans started to revolt, disrupting the peace that She had worked hard to condition them to keep. The birds now flew from the humans in fear. They had become too greedy. The deer and mice were kept up all night, leaving them to forage with little focus in the daytime. The humans had begun destroying the forest, taking its resources for their own uses. Although, The Mother found herself powerless; She found herself unable to let herself control the humans. They had their own free will after all, She supposed. She could not bring Herself to punish Her very own creations. Even then, She was not able to understand how Her own children could turn into monsters before her very eyes.

She willed the humans to respect the land that She had created for them, but it took centuries to manifest into existence. She let out a sigh of relief the blew as air onto the skin of the few humans that began to realize the ill crimes that their peers had committed to their home. She watched on as protests had started, policies changed, humans’ lifestyles shifting in a positive way. The Mother’s heart swelled with pride; Her planet was no longer littered with garbage, Her forests and deserts stood untouched or replenished. The land that was once Hers was bountiful again. Even the smallest acorn and snail were assisted by the humans now. She was glad that this new generation of humans had realized their ancestors’ mistakes and worked as hard as they could to alter them. After all, The Mother knows best.