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22nd April Earth Day???

As mother earth I am moved by your intent to mark 22nd April as Earth Day.

I am a celestial body but more than that a mother to you all. Mind it, I do have a soul like you all. My mind pings me often as many a life form have to suffer due to vagaries of nature. Sometimes things are simply beyond me. Please be assured that welfare of you all is the uppermost feeling in my mind.

Like all celestial bodies assigned orbit is part of my life. I have to tread along the orbit for infinity. I have been bestowed upon me the power of gravity.  So you say I am very much just like any other celestial body. This opinion of yours that equates me with other celestial bodies hurts me.

Mind it well! I have incubated an atmosphere that's conducive to all forms of life. More than this I need to wiggle rhythmically to recharge gravity to hold on to this precious atmosphere. This is pretty exhausting. Now a little detail about my orbit. I lean out precariously at a predetermined point along the orbit in two different stretchs. I do this to initiate seasons in southern as well as northern hemisphere. This is a dangerous manoeuvre to perform. I take the risk in my stride. The seasons help renew many of the natural resources. This recharging adds zing to my endeavors. Yet at times there is a short fall or the seasons cross the threshold limit. And the mankind curses me to no end.

Yet I offer all my resources without a whimper, not only to the mankind but to all forms of life, to make everyone's life comfortable. Your exploits gnaw at my body mercilessly. To put it mildly I can tell you It is agonising. They even exploit the resources meant for other forms of life. This is outrageous. This is when I feel punishment is the only way to restrain your greed.

Mankind is the most intelligent form of life on the earth. I reckon it with pride. Yet you hunt many species and devour them to satiate your taste buds. Mind you, you have many alternate food resources. This action of yours puts many a species on the brink of extinction.

I am being critical of you. Infact I disapprove this sort of behavior. Being mother to all forms of life, please be rest assured that I love you all.  I just can't pamper you at the cost of some other species. I hope my words don't antagonize you. I assure you I shall always be there whenever you need me. You can look up to me all the time.
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