Spinning over the land, I see all.
Hovering over the plants, I feel how they feel.
I feel they’re lonesome in the pit of my very stomach.
My heart breaks as I hover to the next, the animals.
They’re skittish because they are hurt in many ways.
Skittish over something they cannot stop.
I must move on.
Water, the water is sad. They want love. To be loved.
To feel the warmth as every other being feels about love.
My heart breaks for each pain. But I must move on.
Earth is dying because of each sad, lonely and hurt pains that are inflicting on every creature.
We must fix.