I am the soil.
I am in the hills, and in the valleys, the farms, the orchards.
Without me humans could not exist.
But you treat me like dirt.
Do you realize that I am just a thin skin on this planet?
And that I’m actually alive?
Full of organisms that grow your food.
But I am broken, aching, overused, sick.
Because of you.
You have withered me away to less than half of what I used to be just over 100 years ago.
Are you paying attention?
I am turning to dust.
So maybe you could treat me with a little more respect.
I suppose you still want to eat, right?
Nguồn: Conservation International