Oh baby, lay me down. I am weary. Oh baby, lay me down. The world is too full of pain. The world is too full of lost, confused, fighting, hating, lying human beings. How can you even know what’s right anymore? Are we worth saving – us humans? Are we even worth caring about when compared to the majesty of trees, rocks and streams?

Think how beautiful and quiet the world would be without us! Birds, water gurgling and crickets. Bees buzzing on lazy summer days. Grass blowing.

OH baby, lay me down, I am weary. It is time for sleep now, and I will become the wind, the air. I will rest lightly on the earth and enjoy the caresses of the grasses and the scrubbing of the evergreens. I will lie in the sun as I protect the earth. I will be an air poisonous to humans. I will suck the life from their lungs, gather them up in a fierce cosmic wind and throw them to the stars!

I will, of course, make sure they do not pollute another galaxy. I will confer with my sister, the black hole as to how we can best dispose of their rotting bodies. Maybe there’s a planet somewhere that needs fertilizer? Maybe Monsanto already has a factory on some distant world? Wouldn’t that just suck?!

No, let’s say that Monsanto doesn’t have a factory on some distant planet. Let’s say there are several that need fertilizer; the fertilizer that a human body decomposes into easily – this is the kind these planets need. And like Prince Phillip wanting to come back to life as a virus that wipes out 75% of the population, I will become as air, only instead of 75%, it will be 100 that I suffocate…

And the earth will be quiet; the humans will scheme and lie and hurt each other no longer; no more preposterous statements about how important or powerful they are; no more loud cars; no more loud sales people; no more theft, slavery or war.

Rest. I will rest on the planet. I will save the planet. It’s good, right?

Image from: http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Weary-moon.html