Narrative 3: Stuck in the Dead Earth

Classical music beings to play. As the keys of the piano continue to create magnificent melodies, slowly but surely, the wave of hushed voices grows into a soft roar. I can’t tell how many people are here tonight. Sometimes when there are small get togethers I can count the number of different voices I hear. Not tonight. There seems to be so many people here this evening. I’m not surprised, whenever these events happen there is never a shortage of people who attend these parties. I imagine them to be elegant. Servers walking around with bow ties carrying platters with fancy orderves and champaign. Women in long gowns wearing dazzling jewels with their hair pulled back in an elegant up-do. Men in their dapper suits going on about the latest news in climate change. I don’t know much about this Earth’s climate. Only what I pick up in conversation. I do not know what these people look like. I only know what they describe each other as; dashing, darling, breathtaking. I wish I could turn around. I just want to see. There is so much that I don’t know about this Earth, but I do know that it’s not too late. They still have time. My Earth was not as fortunate. My people did not take care of our planet. Rather than clean up after themselves, they littered their trash without any care. They killed. Killed the plants, and trees, thus killing the native animals, they filled the air with pollution. They refused to change their ways. Climate change is what came for us. I will never forget the last day of summer. I cannot escape it. I stare at it everyday because I am stuck in a dead Earth. The last day of summer was the day the sun grew brighter than it ever has before. It’s rays burned down on all every living form that was left. The leaves fell off the trees and everything began to fall before it stopped. We are stuck. The sun burning amongst us all, the trees naked, and me, facing the dead earth. I want to scream. I want to yell at my people for ruining our planet. But more than that I want to turn around. I want to be able to turn and see this Earth. I want to warn their people that if they do not begin to make a change, practice sustainability, save their planet, they too will be stuck. They won’t be able to turn around and they won’t be able to fix their dead earth.