Visions of the Future Pt. 2

As the sun peaked over the African horizon, the sky turned gold and pale, a seashell pink. Rays of morning light painted silky colors on the bare arms of white and black alike. One white arm stretched and pulled open the tent door, revealing the world waiting outside her door, beckoning her to join in with nature's song and dance of the morning. The white arm belonged to a young woman with long, flowing brown hair, with blue eyes that said she cared about the world more than anything. The girl had not always lived here, the Earth thought. Her bare feet lightly skimmed the rich dirt, and she ran with the wind until she was free and did not need to run anymore. She is not from here, but she belongs here, sighed the Earth contently. She was not like the others. She was not born to destroy, to build, or to ignore. She was born to save, to appreciate, and to protect, Earth contemplated. This protector of Life, Earth knew, had travelled all around, to save lives, to speak with passion and a fervor about many things, to help the little ones grow, and to teach others. She taught them to cherish the earth. She taught all races, peoples and creatures to join hands, and so black, white, red, yellow, young, old, male, female, and even animals to live in harmony.
The protector lay still and softly in the sweet grass, wanting nothing more but to stay in unity with the universe for all eternity.
The Earth smiled as only the Earth can, and the sun rose into its welcoming sky.
The girl and the earth were one.