They were gone. All of them, just like that. They were giants, standing tall as far as the eye could see. How could they disappear so suddenly? As she walked through the unfamiliar setting, the answer became clear: humans. The tall, leafy structures that used to stand in thousands were gone, and what stood in their place disgusted her. Those filthy humans destroyed her trees, her precious creations, in order to lay down concrete and metal. Outraged by the blatant disrespect and unapologetic, cold concrete staring up at her, she snapped. She was a mother; she nurtured each part of the woodland with her own two hands so those beings would have a beautiful wonderland to live in. They had turned her lively creation into a dead, cold wasteland while she slept to recover for their arrival. Infuriated, she walked to the center of the mass they had created and did the only thing she could. She revived. Breaking through the concrete, she called to all they had destroyed. There, in the new opening in the grey slab, she let it out: the anger, the sorrow, the pain. Her tears dropped into the soil, green leaves sprouting from the place they landed as if saying, “we forgive you”. A sad smile crossed her features. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she stood. Once again she cried out, but not for her fallen creations: for humanity. They were not worthy, and for them to become such she would wait. Until then, she must start again. Lifting her arms to the sky, she called upon a storm. Wind violently tore at the buildings and lightning struck the cold, wet concrete, destroying the hard slabs covering the earth. The earth shook as buildings fell and she plead the storm to drown out the screams. Thunder complied and roared louder. Hours later the concrete was gone, and Nature wept as the trees returned. She had taken back what was hers.