Infected

It was all a clear world before mankind infected it with its own disease. The sun rose everyday to the transparent rivers, the cool scented air, the harmonised creatures. Everything was connected. The creatures evolved. Man came into existence, intellect came into existence, greed came into existence.

The world was infected! Deflected from its simple way of living.

Man could never get along! So he made his way differently.  Couldn't feel the quake like the birds did, couldn’t feel happiness of the rain like thirst did, couldn’t feel the warmth in sunlight like the frozen leaves did.

The nature got along so well. Understood every element, every sign, every tell. It felt all different were connected, like a huge string going all around, around everything.

Man was the alien! Man’s invention was the disease.

It could not feel the nature’s love nor the pain. Man just used to its own benefits.

The infection of greed spreads and it grows, it will reach its saturation until the world is hollow, the world is empty, the world is dead.