The fiery core of the Earth burned in her heart as the ocean’s tears trickled from her eyes. Her long, pale fingers gripped the arms of her throne, carved from the wood of a mighty oak while a crown of roses rested upon her hair, their blood red colour harmonising perfectly with the golden tresses as bright as the summer sun.
Far above her head, fishermen cast nets into her waters in search of produce for their stalls. Lumberjacks threw their axes into her trees, the thud of the impact mirrored in her pulsating temples. Builders covered her land in concrete, their skyscrapers reaching up as though to try and mockingly touch her skies. Drivers fired up their cars, the fumes that shot like a bullet from the engines fighting with the sweet air she had gifted from her lungs.
Mother stood and clenched her fists. Waves began to swell, clouds began to gather, the earth around her quivered. Lighting crackled across the horizon as rain fell in retribution; they would pay for what they had done.
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