I wondered into the heart of my mother's garden and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I loved this garden with such tenderness. This garden was the place I felt most like myself. Even my home, in my own world didn’t feel like this. Home was where you are the happiest.

This was my home.

I sunk into the soft grass, leaning my head against the trunk of an old, pine tree. I sighed at its soft, rhythmic heart beat that only I could seem to hear. I could feel its warmth radiate through me and energize every nerve in my body. We balanced each other out. It was like a harmony.

Many people would criticize my beliefs and hide under denial but I would fight everyday with everyone if it got them to understand. But fighting never got anyone anywhere except terribly hurt. To change something, you’ve to show compassion and understanding and show them why you believe what you do.

So I willed the essence of Nature to stop and listen to me. I asked them to understand me and take the information I gave them and spread it with care to the world.

My beliefs were simple but if you looked closer and you would see their true potential.

I believed every living thing on earth worked in synchronization with each other and as superior as humans may feel, without things like trees and grass, they can not live, themselves. Every living thing was connected to the next. If you cut down a tree, one person would die along side it. If you drove a species to extinction, catastrophe would occur to those involved. If you used toxic chemicals on Mother Nature, Mother Nature would punish you.

Good doesn’t go unrewarded as sin does not go unpunished. If you had suffered unjustly, you will eventually feel enough happiness to overthrow it. It was all about balance. You must eventually give back what you take.

I believed Nature was every bit as alive as Humans. The wind was what blew life into the dying. The meaningless song of a river was the whisper of the forgotten spirits. The grass swayed in time with the voices of the animals. It was all  alive.

   No world or  a part of any world was more beautiful than the other, no matter what people say. That was one thing, I believed very strongly.

You can’t differentiate between something so diverse by a word so narrow as beautiful.

Beauty comes in all different designs.

So I told this to Nature  and watched  as it absorbed my words and flutter noff to tell the rest of the world. That was when  I finally let myself go.

The roots of the tree I was leaning against sprang to life and wrapped itself around my fingers before twisting in an elaborate pattern over the rest of my body. I didn’t resist. If anything, I relaxed into it.

I told you that this garden was my home and I knew that no harm could come to me at my home. So I let myself drift. I let myself be pulled deeper and deeper into the soil until I was one with the earth.

Who am I, I hear you ask.

I, dear human, am the daughter of Mother Nature.

Protect my Mother, or she’ll stop protecting you.