There I am.

I am the sky.

I am a warm, protective, blanket wrapped around everyone on earth.

I can bring clouds, rain, and wind.

I can be an ice storm.

Without me, you'd fry.

Every day, I am the breath you take in.

Yet you are making me sick.

I am congested.

Off balance.

Polluted.

You see, I am more delicate than you think.

It took millions of years to get it just right, my perfect mix of gases, temperature and weather that you enjoy.

But now your cars, your factories and dust they have pushed me past the limit.

And you wonder why my typhoons and tornadoes are more intense, more frequent?

I have become unpredictable.

Less rain here.

A lot more rain there.

Hotter summers.

Colder winters.

I cannot even control myself anymore.

Enough about me.

I will show my changing self to you in your days ahead.

But in the end, I’ll be fine.

Give me a few thousand years.

I have weathered trauma before.

I am not worried for myself.

Look up.

[Nature doesn't need people.]

[People need nature.]