Today I had to clear my land from long grass because of fires. Animals are lost. It was a haven for them. I understand that it’s important but for three years butterflies, bees, birds, foxes and deers found haven on my land and now it’s empty of life. A desert. And I’m waiting for the rain. Aren’t we all? I remember when I was little reading science fiction about a world like ours. I was so afraid. Now I’m beyond afraid. Paralyzed would be the word. But there is still hope. Don’t you think?












