I am a rock. I live by my parent mountain side along with billions of my siblings. I am still young but I have lived for over 200 millions years. I was born when a lake of larva cooled. I was bigger but one day long ago ,\u00a0 a giant animal crashed into me and there were thousands of me suddenly.<\/p>\n
And I also noticed that over time , my skin color had changed from white to grey to black and then red. I have seen trees grew up then died many times. And for a long time , I could see as far the lake thousands of miles away from here.<\/p>\n
Then in last 100 years or so , it all changed. Animals who were still swinging in the trees when the big animals crashed into me are now the dominant animals on mother earth. I see more and more of them and not too long ago , they started building objects containing the dead bodies of my siblings.<\/p>\n
First they dug and carried away my siblings away and crushed them till they are fine powder. Then they built their objects with those powders. I am lucky that I have yet to be crushed. But I see the cries and sorrows of my siblings and so does our mother.<\/p>\n
No other animals , live or dead , had ever taken dominion over mother earth like those animals have. But mother is not to be taken lightly. She holds more power than any things those two-legged animals could ever built. She has been listening to our cries and I hope she passes her judgement soon.<\/p>\n
I am telling this to warn those animals to list to our mother. We are all children of her and she loves us all.<\/p>\n
The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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