Religion

Written this morning: The wind blows through the leaves and rustles the tall grass. The waves crash in an off beat rhythm. The birds sing in harmony and the seagulls trumpet awkward out of tune notes. This is music. The wind blows and makes me cold but the sun shines and warms my skin, warms my soul. The sand cushions me as a lay and I watch the clouds, read the clouds, learn what they have to say. I am at peace I could lie here all day in a pure content haze. The earth is my mother. The trees and the animals are my siblings. She loves us. She hates us. All are equal. Although we may have to endure natural "disasters," it is a small price to pay for such a wonderful, beautiful home. A home we take for granted each day. She provided us with trees for shelter, we cut them down. We were given water to drink, we polluted it. We were given all we could ever need, but we needed more. I admit I am a slave to culture, I am a materialistic human being, but I make a conscious effort to appreciate earth. The problem lies directly with the common belief that we own earth. This is simply not true, see we belong to her. We and all other species of life belong to the earth. Earth is the mother, and life simply can not exist without her. I know I am referring to an inanimate object like it is alive, but that is because it is. The earth is always changing and always covered in life. Alive yet thoughtless. Earth is simply the most unbiased, ruler because it has no control of its actions, no thought, no compassion, it is a stupendous rock.