Our world worked
perfectly. It was the circle of life at its finest. The Gulf of Mexico was the
place we once called our home, our own utopia. Our environment was like a
puzzle with each piece having its place in the whole big scheme of life. Each
of us were the pieces to this puzzle from the whales all the way down to the
corals who make their homes at the bottom of the ocean. Us dolphins are at the
top of the circle; still no more important than even the smallest members of
our ecosystem.
Our pod had called the
Gulf our home for as long as I can remember. We are traveling to find a new
home now; one that has not been destroyed by the humans. As we are moving, I glance
back at pod. I can feel the sadness and pain in their eyes. In the distance, I can
still see our home. What is left of it is a graveyard. Life has been sucked out
of everything that has ever existed there. Most of us have died; suffocated
from the oil spilling out of the ships. How could this happen to us?
I can’t even look my
son in the eye. He looks up at me innocently and asks, “Mommy, why do we have
to move? I liked it there.” I can barely hold the tears back. Inside I am
screaming, “It’s because of the humans. They are careless with our planet. They
destroy everything.” I cannot tell my son this however. He is too young, too
innocent. I just look back at him and tell him everything is going to be ok.
I just wish the humans
knew the extent of the disaster they caused. Our whole lives were uprooted and
countless animals have died a terrible death. We didn’t choose this, they did.
We are the ones who have to suffer their consequences.
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