One of these days mother nature shall grow tired of our backtalk and sass and she will ground us. She will use every method of punishment to show us our wrong doings. Her trees shall grow through our homes. And when we have no shelter her storms shall rain and destroy and we will run to her caves. They will close shut. We will run to the forests they will grow far to thick to advanced. She will feel no sympathy no remorse no mercy and then and only then will we see. We only have one mother. And We need to respect her.
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