Humans

We aren't necessary.

The way we live, the way we act, the way we evolve, one would  think we are the rulers of our time.

But nay, there is another, who without the grace of, Human species would wither.

I speak of the Earth.

The Earth has taken care of so much. Created so much. Destroyed so much. Yet in its all power, it has created its weakness. Humans.

We live and strive for tomorrow. Hardly do we ever look beyond what we know.

Sitting on the throne that we have molded from the minerals of the Earth, We look down at everything around us. Compete to be king, to be top. But in our competition we have forgotten what we live for. Religion, monies, and government have clouded our purpose on Earth.

The Earth needs us, not our byproduct, our invention,  our waste.

It needs our flesh, our bones, our souls. Without them, there isn't much future for anyone.

In the beginning...

The First Encounter With The Third Kind

Walking around the picnic table I grabbed a fist full of chips and sat
down. My parents, being noticeably unsociable for the past 17 years
of my life had surprisingly thrown together a barbeque for our friends.
Never ever In my life had my parents thrown anything before. Any
birthdays were small, only 2 or 3 friends and a small cake. I envied
kids with big parties. Once o went to my friends party at the FunFest
down the street and I cried to my parents the whole way home. But I
had gotten used to the "never a host" idea. It suited us well.
The jumbles of people wandered though our back yard, looking at my
mothers flowers, playing croquet, or just socializing. I sat on the
hard bench and munched the harsh chips. My gaze settled on a couple
standing above a small Irish looming child. The you g boy ran off to
join the others for a game of hide and seek, and the parents stood
proudly after their offspring. They turned to another and smiled. So
softly the gazed upon another. Basking in the sweet love that they
carried for the other. I didn't long for it, but something inside me
panged for a feeling like that. Almost sourly.

The party began to wind down and people began to gather their
belongings. My mother insisted that I stand by the door with her and
my father to see our guests out. We paid our wishes to all of our good
friends as they left. Near the end of the exiting line, were some
people I had never met before. A man stood next to my dad, looking
down at him.
"Sophe, come and meet one of my co workers." my mother prompted as she
turned back to them.
"Sophe this is Carol and Guy Rowls." she mentioned toward the couple.
"And this... Is my sophie."
I looked at the woman first, she was medium height. Blonde with a
plain face. About the only striking thing were her eyes. Bright and
almost shining green. She smiled and reached out to shake my hand.
"Nice to finally meet you Sophie, your mom has told me so much about
you." a phrase almost as generic as her face I would say. I looked at
the man next. Guy was his name. Guy was taller than my dad, looking
maybe 6'3. His curly brown hair sat on his head shining almost godly
in the porch light. My mom was blabbing about something work related,
so o used the time to check the rest out. He turned from looking at my
father, and looked at me. His face was thin, but evenly so with his
body. His nose came out just far enough and his smile just wide
enough. Everything on this mans face was amazing. His eyes, like hers,
were bright, but shone with a pale moonlight blue glow. They were just
captivating. I stuck out my hand while still looking at Guy's face.
"Owwwch. Sophe what was that for?" I had accidentally jabbed my mom In
the side.
" Er sorry" I spit out. "I was zoning out, long night I think." I
pulled my hand back in and looked at the floor. I usually don't get
embarrassed, but at this moment I could feel myself blushing. I could
feel the blood galloping to my face, and worse of all, I could feel
his eyes on me. Mom finished her story, while rubbing her Injury, and
began her goodbyes. Before the unseeming couple walked from the porch,
I looked up at his face one last time. He was looking at me. He smiled
a smile that made my head feel light. His skin around his mouth
wrinkled into a beautiful smile. I couldn’t help but to smile back.
That night I helped my parents clean up, took a shower, and climbed
into bed. It was all I could do. What I could not do, is wipe my mind
clean of Guy Rowls.