Final few hours

The light is brilliant and it shocks the eye-balls of anyone that dares to stare. Orange was once a beautiful shade, livening up anything and anyone it touched. Of course until we were face to face with orange on this day. How it grazes our skins and burns our foreheads; weren't we the ones who once stepped out to get a tan?

The heat is shocking and people are running naked on the streets. What streets? Firey rage sucks up every inch of land and everyone is scattered like a careless drop of marbles. There is no telling where they are running to, given there is no place to run.

How steamy the climate and there is no sign of the moon. The last time the moon left us, we took for granted that we will see it again. That's the problem you see, we have been taking everything for granted and were never really thankful for anything. The result? Heat so hot, our earth has become the new mercury.

The light continues to strike fires, the waters dry up to leave exposed coral that will also soon burn to ruin. Dead cattle paints each town red and dead fish stink up every inch of the way. When was the last time we had a meal? Can't remember. For the moment, we are surviving on raw flesh, any that we can find whilst on the run to nowhere.

Hard to tell, who's who. Thick coats of ash from the fires rest on just about everything. Cars, dogs, toddlers and their prams, adults and all. Calling out to anyone is pointless, only screams and raging fires can be heard. But even if there was a chance that someone heard you, you wouldn't know what to say. That someone wouldn't know what to do.

No where to go. No one to hear you. Increasing hunger and savage behavior. Exceptionally high temperatures and death in the air. This is it, as we race to the final few hours.

Calm before the storm

This world that we call world, in which we live in, has rage in its core and fire in its belly. The land on which we place our feet, we tread heavily on its grasses and disregard its mud, it will one day rise above us to help us realize its might. We feel we have conquered each soil and work towards conquering its waters for we are humans and it’s in our nature to conquer. We are so consumed with greed that there is no stopping our cranes and procedures.

We face calm before the storm.

The storm will hit when the rivers over-flow. When the heat will be on the rise and the icy mountains melt away. The cloudy blackness over every nation will remind us of our sins and every dog and cat and frog will hide away to safety. And when the breeze turns into winds, those winds will latch onto each and every concrete; howling, they will sweep our souls.

The mountains we blasted to form tunnel-ways, they will be ripped from their lands and be carried away like clouds. Fires will surge the empty lands and every tree will cry massive tears, till floods will sweep into our homes; those homes we cleared out trees to build. Many oceans we have cleared to walk our cattle over, many grounds we have dug up to take from it what was not ours. The gems and oils, the metals and all, there is nothing that we haven’t pondered with.

Considering ourselves to be overtly intelligent beings, how did we miss out on the pure concept of retribution? That day when Mother Nature will speak her will; she will turn her back to all those oppressive centuries we put her through.

Will we slow down? That’s a rhetorical question that deserves a hearty laugh. We are only going to further test our powers. Another hearty laugh. In the end, when each of us will run to save our own lives, when no mother will acknowledge son and no brother will acknowledge his sister, we will be only as significant as ants. This will be our power, when the world we call world will finally give up on us.