Kings Like These

Hush. Hold your breath. Listen carefully. Do you hear that? That's the world crying. Yes, the world has emotions too. And a soul. We should be worried. When the world starts crying, then something's wrong. Have you ever stopped whatever it is you're doing, and bothered to listen to the world speak it's heart? I haven't. Not until recently, that is. You see, I always relied on the world to heal my soul. Every time I had a bad day, all I had to do is lay on the green grass of my front lawn, and bathe myself in the warmth of the sunshine. Warmth. It has such a healing effect. But the world. It also needs healing, but all it feels is cold from humans. We care not for this world anymore. We rely on it too much, but never give back. That's exactly why I try to understand it's words. Its cries sometimes are joyful, but of late, they have been cries, of pain, of sadness. I try to give back to the world, so that in the future, when I need to again, I can enjoy its embrace. So that it does not disappear. So that I do not disappear.
The world needs its warmth, and not the intense warmth of global warming. No. It needs loving warmth, like that which humans seem to share between themselves. Selfish bastards. Do they not realise that which they live on, require care as much their own selves? Inconsiderate. (Laughs.) Are you kidding me? Of course I'm human. I'm just not of the human race. I'd like to think I'm not. I wish I wasn't... then I wouldn't have to witness all the atrocities that occur, that originate from the decisions made by humans. And be able to feel the pain from them. But then again, I like being human. Because of the few times that it does happen, I feel loved. But mainly, I try to draw strength from the world, when I'm feeling down. I'm trying to connect with it now, well, as you can see from this awful looking face of mine, I'm not exactly at the top of my form. I feel unloved. But hey, I continue living life, because one day, I'll know that humans will realise their mistakes, and begin to cherish the world, and when that happens, I'll be the proudest human of them all.
Hush. Hold your breath. Listen carefully. Do you hear that? That's the sound of the world's rejoice at human demise.