Word Of Nature : Story By Dhriti on World Earth Day

The Cute Little Baby

I went over to say hello to the cute little baby under the umbrella, but when I reached her, I saw that she was not like a normal human. She was born of bark and breeze, with moss for hair and eyes like stormy skies. When she walked, flowers leaned toward her, curious. She didn’t breathe like us—she rustled. She shimmered with a bright beam of light, as if a star from the galaxy were standing in front of me. With just one cue, all the birds began dancing gracefully in the sky. Every part of her looked as if nature had contributed all its elements to one form—she seemed to be assembled by the universe itself.

Her skin was dust and stone, Earth woven into muscle. You could almost see fossils hidden in her fingertips, like secrets from a thousand lifetimes ago.

Her hair flowed like rivers—never dry, never still—braided currents of Water that dripped only when she lied.

Her eyes? Fire. Not metaphorically—literally. Molten, restless, glowing with the hunger of stars.

Her breath was Wind. Each inhale stirred the leaves; each sigh could bring down clouds.

And her voice—when she spoke, Space listened. It echoed not through your ears, but through your bones, like the silence between galaxies had been carved into sound.

She was a walking contradiction: chaos held in balance, the child of elements, the girl who couldn’t die because she was never truly alive.

The Missing Smile

However, something was odd. Something was missing from her face, and that was the seventh heaven—her smile. I stepped forward and asked about her sorrow. She exclaimed with her soothing voice, like the sound of a waterfall, “I am being destroyed. Please save me, please save me! I will die, and if I die, the world will end.”

To my astonishment, I exclaimed, “Who is destroying you? Is someone following you to hurt you?” She cried, “Yes! I don’t want to lose my origin. This is my place, my home. Out of pity and humbleness, I let you humans use me, live on me, but this is what I get in return.”

Slowly and steadily, her eyes—like stormy skies—started turning into hot, boiling lava. Her heaven-like presence began to turn into a horrifying hell. I was frightened by her anger.

I stepped back, my heart pounding. “Who… who are you?”

Mother Earth ,Nature, Universe

Her voice cracked like lightning through a brittle sky. “I am what you walk on, what you drink, what you breathe. I am Earth. I am your mother. And I am dying.”

In disbelief, I asked, “Are… are you nature?”

She replied, “Indeed, the universe.”

In that moment, I realized… we hadn’t just cut down trees or dumped waste. We had wounded a soul. We had silenced laughter, poisoned breath, and smothered the fire that once kept us warm. If we do not stop now, that little soul will give us back what we had given her, as it is said: “What you give to the Earth, she gives back a thousandfold—be it kindness or cruelty.”

She gave shelter, but we returned scars. We burned the hands that fed us—and now the fire is everywhere. The mother gave us a world, and we returned it in pieces.

Now or never. Time is still in our hands. If we start saving that little soul from today, we will have peace tomorrow.

The Choice Is Yours!!

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