I open my eyes and I see a dying Earth. Its inhabitants too distracted by bright lights and loud noises to save the soil far below the pavement under their feet. The Earth is mature. The Earth is wise. She does not plead for attention like an infant, but rather continuously sets an example of giving without expecting anything in return. But soon, sooner than we think, she will have nothing left to give. Trees will not be there to rustle in the wind. Streams will not lull us to sleep outside our windows. That is not the Earth I want to love in.We awe at tall buildings and larger screens. We praise anyone and anything that nourishes our senses instead of our souls. I want an Earth full of wonder and mystery. So, do I close my eyes again and enjoy the conveniences of the modern age? Or do I keep them open and care about my home?