I’m water.

I’m most of this planet.

I shaped it.

Every stream,

every cloud,

and every rain drop.

It all comes back to me.

One way or another,

every living thing here needs me.

I’m the source.

I’m what they crawled out of.

Humans?

They’re no different.

I don’t owe them a thing.

I give.

They take.

But I can always take back.

That’s just the way it’s always been.

It’s not their planet anyway.

Never was.

Never will be.

But humans,

they take more than their share.

They poison me, then they expect me to feed them.

Well it doesn’t work that way.

If humans want to exist in nature with me

and off of me,

I suggest they listen close.

I’m only going to say this once.

If nature isn’t kept healthy,

humans won’t survive.

Simple as that.

Me, I could give a damn, with or without humans.

I’m the ocean.

I covered this entire planet once.

And I can always cover it again.

That’s all I have to say.