We are all friends, I can tell you. They were my favourite children. How easily they learnt my ways. They embraced my rhythms from all corners. They cared for the young ones left behind. They were champions, conquerors, wise and generous lovers of all I set before them. But they have changed and allowed themselves to destroy it all.
They cracked open my womb and broke all my defences. My oldest friends vanish in the chaos. The trees, the rivers and the children I bore. So I start to cry. I know my tears will swallow them all before they destroy me.
I will release the waters in my secret places to cover the body I gave to them. But if it does not work, I will not stop shaking until I feel their creations crumble. I will not stop swirling my winds until I can no longer feel the weight their existence.
Though, it is not my wish. They are still mine. If they change, it can renew me.