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A Letter to Mother Nature

  • Writer: Omega Johnson
    Omega Johnson
  • Nov 17, 2025
  • 2 min read

Saturday, July 8th, 2023


Dear Mother,


I’m sorry it has come to this. But I can no longer fight.


What was it like before we evolved into this planets parasites?


We tell ourselves that the animal kingdom is brutal, selfish, and unkind. That we have evolved into creating a society that is far more advanced and civil than the animals. That we are nothing like the animals that live in the mountains, forests, icy tundras, dry deserts, oceans, lakes, rivers, islands, trees, skies, farms, zoos, cages, auctions. Being killed for money, fame, entertainment, and sport instead of food, resources, and survival.


We tell ourselves that we are human and not animals but I fail to see who is civil and who is brutal, selfish and unkind. I must be missing something over the past three hundred thousand years of recorded human history I fail to see what it means to be wild. Us or your children.


Are we still your children?


We were your children once, but then we poisoned you with our pollution. Left you wounded, bruised, and scarred from our wars. You gave us a home and we gave you death in return. All you can do now is sit back and watch as we wipe ourselves to extinction and hope that we don’t take everything else with it.


Sometime I look out to the sky and think to myself that maybe we weren’t ready to see the knowledge of the empty void we call space. Maybe we weren’t even ready to be as advanced as we currently are.


I’m sorry mother for everything my kind has done to you. We didn’t deserve evolve the way we did.


So if we are still your children, then I am sorry that you have to lose another.


Sincerely,


Omega.


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