The bird song in a tree, the buzzing of a bee in the flowers.
The seething of machines and their pollutions of all kinds.
Things completely unlike.
Moments of fulfilment that tend to disappear, to give place to these aggressions.
Here is the consequence of humanity’s selfishness, always more led by his own benefit, regardless of the effects of his acts.
Leaving an indelible mark on this fertile land that was offered to us, on this essential lung for life, until reaching the point of no return. Preservation and disregard have never granted.
Time will erode these castles of sand to restore their own shape. Shapeless heap. Nature will always have the last word, but maybe in a next future it will be too late to make it accountable.