The shadow of the building gets bigger, as my existence lies scattered on the grass. The brilliant species of Homo Sapiens has not been able to invent a man-made material for construction.
They cannot comprehend my speechlessness, nor empathize with my pain. I am unable to tell them, that it will hit them hard in the gut a few years later. Balance is the key to a harmonious existence, but ….
“Will you stop ranting about the environment on your device, and do some real work? I need your help in clearing the lawn. We need to plant new trees.”