And the Earth was proud, she felt very it holds. Everything in her lived the happiness, the harmony, the charm, the freedom and the balance. The god of the Nature blessed them regularly, and all of the beings' prayers went to the trees, for the vegetation, for the rivers, mountains. And all if they respected and they loved. Oh of who dared to mistreat a tree, but no, the divine essence was there, in the paradise. They loved the Nature and she corresponded them. Until that one day appeared for there a human being, a man, and he saw that there was good to build central nuclear.
We know where go, but our future no longer. With so many exasperations human, inhuman, our planet knows: our extinction. It was previsible that such happened, but the damned habit of challenging the forces of the Nature triumphed and everything keeled over and nothing else remained. Just wreckage of a progress inexistent, dangerous. And after the destruction of this planet, the man already thinks about the conquest of the chaos of other.
The profit is enemy of the civilization, because to exist, to survive, it uses the destruction of our planet. Constantly it fills the Earth of wounds, because it belongs to her that the humus is extracted that becomes money, for enrichment of some and the poverty of the other ones. In spite of there is a lot if they emit constants alarms that to continue to live like this, in the disordered spoliation of the Earth, the tragic end would appear. And it seems that they got to destroy what still remained us: a tiny hope.
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