Does the Earth feel pain? When we dig too deep, burn its skin, cut its trees — does it cry? Storms roar, fires burn, rivers rise — is that its scream? Babies cry, mothers beg, but still we fight for power, for pride. The Earth waits, but not forever. One day, it might shake us off, like dust from its back. Because we hurt it too much, and never said sorry. I just hope we change before the Earth gives up on us.