A pair of icy violet eyes looked over the stunning green pasture, a green wonderland filled with any kind of flowers imaginable, from roses to tulips.

This place was home to all wild life, hopping bunnies and birds that hum the daily tune, puts a little one to sleep.

This place is the home of bugs…bugs that fly, bugs that crawl and bugs that gross you out. I like bugs, there my acquaintances. It's a shame humans don't like them and destroy them because there…'gross'.

It's a shame that it's going to be gone when I burn this precious earth.