A Chronicle Of A Dying Planet

A Chronicle Of A Dying Planet

All that could be heard was the loud sound of police sirens and ambulances, which appeased the screams that came from the street.

The gray sky told that  probably the gods were angry at us, so no sunrays were escaping from the clouds to give a little faith about salvation.

When looking through the windows you could see many people trying to escape to survive, some went by car, others on foot, but all escaped with the same goal, to live.

In the churches the believers met to ask their god for a salvation, which I did not think it would come, the world was giving back everything we had done to it for years.

The coast, which was previously very calm and with few waves, now hit the sand with force and the tides, that

grew more and more, threatened the nearby houses and probably all would be covered by giant waves.

The rain did not stop since dawn, it seemed that the clouds were crying because they knew everything that would happen to us, I felt that everyone who was on the street would have some burns from the rain drops that were hurting people, it was not raining nor it will rain more clean water, it was a hunting.

Mom always told me that man's worst enemy was the greed

of the human race to have everything and which  would finally leave us with nothing, and that in life everything is like a boomerang, what you throw is returned to you and could even come back with more force than with which you cast it, so much strength that it would damage everything that surrounded them, even if you are innocent, that does not really matter, the fact to be present makes you a victim of the mistakes of others. Just like Adam and Eve who sinned and we, being their children, carry their sin until the baptism.

I would like to think that this is only happening on this side of the world, that the other countries are doing well, that the people they care for, are more than the ones that hurt, but the news only show me the opposite, reports and reports of how natural disasters end up with people and entire countries: Earthquake in Chile, eruption of a volcano in Hawaii, tsunami on San Andres islands, different events but all together named them as the end of the world.

I used to play closing my eyes and imagining my life, how it would be if I had a power I would like to travel in time, travel years ago where the air was pure, virgin beaches with crystal clear waters, be able to walk through the streets and see other children playing in the parks and not with phones, couples sending each other letters and not text messages, parents taking care of their children and not with their eyes on screens with radiation, but when I opened my eyes, it was inevitable to feel disappointed.

I was not afraid of what would surely happen, I have a calm mind, I know that I have not done anything wrong, and God knows it too, he will reward all those with good hearts, but not even the money nor the power you have can save you from mother earth's rage.

 To plant a new crop it is necessary to remove everything that is damaged and although some plants are healthy, they do not take long to damage themselves like the others.




By María Camila Pinzón, Step 9.