Cry From the Forgotten

I had a strange dream last night.
I was in this place, there was nothing but dirt and the sky was dark.
Darker than oil.
Darker than night.
I don’t know why, but I walked through this place. I saw a mountain which touched the sky and began my journey towards it. On my journey, I stopped three times.
The first time, I saw a tree, it had been cut down. Beside it was a lady, there was something inhuman about her but I wasn’t sure what. Her skin was a sickly pale shade. Her hair was green but at the ends, it looked brown, like the colour of dead leaves. Her gown looked like it was made of petals and silk, but it was ripped and stained with mud. She didn’t have any feet.
I asked her what was wrong, she huddled up beside the tree, hugging her knees tightly, tears formed at the corner of her brown eyes.
“My sisters are dead and I am dying. Your kinsmen had killed us all.”
She told me to go and I did, I continue to walk to the mountain which touched the sky.
My second stop was by a dried up riverbed. There was another lady; she was in the riverbed bawling her eyes out. Her hair was blue like the sky; her dusty gown was made of sapphire silk. When she looked up, her eyes were blue as well, like the crystal clear water.
I asked her what was wrong and she wailed.
“The river is no more and no matter how many tears I shed it will not be restored. Your kinsmen have used all the water up.”
Like the first she told me to leave, and I did, travelling towards the mountain and leaving the river behind.
My third stop was by the sea, but it was not the sea I knew of, covered in filth and trash, a lady wandered out of the waves. She was the strangest of the three. Her skin was not pale or dark but cobalt blue, her hair a silvery-white colour, but there was so much oil and muck in her hair you can barely see it. She seemed much stronger than the two as she was not crying but wandering along the shore and picking up pieces of plastic and cans into the folds of her crimson dress. Once she did pick them all up, the tide would bring a new wave of rubbish earning a sigh from the lady as she start from scratch.
Once again, I asked her what was wrong.
“The sea is a mess and my brothers the turtle and the seal are dead. Your kinsmen have polluted our home.”
I asked her if she wanted me to help but she merely shook her head and, like the others before her, told me to leave.
I continued my journey through this barren world, until I came to the large mountain which touched the sky.
At the foot of this mountain, I saw a lady; she was the oldest of the four. I know this because her hair was grey with age though her face remains as youthful as the rest.
“What have you seen in this world?” she asked.
I told her what I saw, I told her about the first lady and the tree; the second lady and the river and the last one with the sea.
She then asked me if I wanted to help them and I asked why (seeing as my mother told me I should never trust strangers).
“Child, this is the future of your world they are trying to show you, this is what you and your people have done to it. They want you to help change it.”
I thought about this and realised how could I help? I’m only a kid, it’s not like I can make a difference.
She laughed, “Child you are still young but that does not mean you cannot help. Though it might not help much, each small step you take is still a step to saving this world. What’s more, you are not the only one on this planet.”
I woke up after that.
After the dream, I began to research about the environment and help in any way I could.
Paper was recycled to be reused.
I turned water off when I wasn’t using it.
I made sure to discard any rubbish to the bins.
Some of my friends and family asked me about this.
This is what I said.
“Our world is in danger if we don’t do something about it. These steps I take are small, but I still try to help. And besides…” I looked up, “…I’m not the only one on this planet.”