Dumb short story in my head time!
We moved mountains to grow trees
Trees moves to grow food
Stones turned to wafers but not for eating
We gave the mountain thoughts
We gave the trees nothing but death
The trees knew death from birth and yet
That death helped them speak.
"We know you are scared of us" they flatly said, the ground speaking for the trees
"Why are we scared of you? You nuture us as you do them." The trees sang back, humming softly in the breeze.
"But we kill you, eat you, feed you to your son's and daughters." The ground rumbled.
"So my kin may continue, I will remain as one of them. You are not scary, you are just a different us." The trees sang, looking forward to when the ground gave their children new life.
"We know you are scared of us" The ground called to the crops.
"You do not scare us. You will be turned and given new life by the ones who plant us." The crops laughter rang out as the farmer walked by.
"We will gobble you up", The ground grumbled.
"We know, but so will the farmer and his children. He spreads our seed wide and plants us carefully. The humans need us." The crops giggled.
"We know you are scared of us." The ground rumbled under the farmer.
The farmer kneeled down and patted the ground. "I respect you old friend. I will miss you when I am old and others have you. I try to nourish you, but I know I fail."
The ground quake, "When you die, you will come back to me."
The farmer smiled. "My body will, but my soul will not. The trees and crops will, but I will not."
The ground thought of the trees and crops who mocked its warnings, but the farmer softly loved it. The ground gave itself to the farmer, and the farmer returned back to the soil.
Knowing something is different from respect. Love comes from respecting something.
