Nature!

A rough, natural path covered with natures rocks. A path that was once surrounded by thick forestry and the sound of birds singing, the soft trickle of water from the nearby waterfall, thick green grass and the river itself making a sweet gurgle. Spring flowers woven through the high green grass. A peaceful and calm place no matter what the weather or the occasion, somewhere you could go just to relax, somewhere where nothing bad could ever touch you.
At least that is how she remembered it, how things change. A gentle breeze touched her cheeks and the sun was shining almost the way it used to. But as she sat in her usual place taking in the surroundings there was something missing. She looked around her, the place where she sat had not changed too much, it was still perfect in her mind, but like with everything else in her life there was a fault in her perfection. The place that she used to love and hold dear, the place where her and her friends would sit in the warmth and have picnics had been spoiled by the brutish hands of drunks, teenagers, and children and generally had been destroyed by her own kind, the hands of humans had yet again destroyed the beauty of nature. Many people would tell her she was over reacting but the place where she had sat for years was now a desolate barren wasteland. The natural path that she walked on so often was now missing the rocks and had been smoothed down to create an actual pavement, the trees that used to create a canopy above the path had all been torn down leaving the path open and cold. The ever friendly bird song had died along with the trickle of the water. The river was polluted with human waste, beer cans; food packaging and whatever could be thrown now lay in the once clear waters. The thick green grass was now crushed and browning.
This thought disturbed her as she sat trying to meditate. Why she asked herself would people want to destroy the nicest part of the town? Why would they want that little bit of loveliness to look like the rest of the town? Did they really want their home to be ugly and bleak?

A single tear rolled down her face as three young boys walked past her making all the noise they could with their glass bottles in hand. She just knew that once they drank the contents of those bottles, they would break the glass and leave it lying, or they would throw the bottles in the already disgusting water. She had come here to try and get rid of some negative energy only to have more forced into her pretty little frame. She let out a deep sigh at the dismal display of abuse that she saw surrounding her. How can human beings be so uncaring? It’s no wonder that Mother Nature gets angry sometimes. They ruin everything she gave to them, so she has every right to make them feel her wrath once in a while, with her great floods and tornados. More tears and a faint little smile, they deserve everything Mother Nature throws at them.

She stood to leave, she can no longer bear seeing what humans have done to her favourite place. As she walked slowly past the river, she can still feel the perfection that was once there, but she asked herself why she must have a constant battle within herself to keep perfection perfect. Why must everything she does have some sort of fault? She knew now that at least she had her own inner strength. She understood that although her place had been left to rot, it would always be there for her and if she held onto the memory of the place at least it would forever remain perfect to her. If she applied this to life then maybe, just maybe, things would seem better and she would regain her positive energy, she just had to avoid thinking about the faults. That was not to say that she wanted to pretend they were not there. To be able to avoid thinking about them she must first accept that they were there and just like her place, her life would remain perfect for as long as she wanted it to.