I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
The sun rose to its highest point in the sky as light flooded the earth, shedding its rays on the sad depressed and desolate ground. But amongst the grave atmosphere, a soft hint of laughter, and a voice of giggles could be heard through the calm breeze that blew through planet, a sound that sounded almost as if children were playing int he wind. And behold, everywhere the light of the sun was cast, green began to fill the area, as grass overtook the bare vacant soil.
Clouds filled the sky, gray gently covering the sunlight. A sound of thunder cracked through the sky, and rain started to fall. Vegetation began to grow, sprouts became trees, ground became flowers, and birds began to sing.
The rain filled the oceans, the rivers, the ponds. Water shaped the ground, the land, and the rock. Nature began to flourish.
Through hardships and chaos, Earth had managed to survive. Through tribulation, the planet had taken its self back.
Mother Nature was awake at last.
