This is a very short flash in honor to Earth Day. I hope you'll enjoy it.
It tickles. What is it?
I shrug and tiny things fall apart. The itching stops in some parts, but it continues and increases in others. I wish I had fingers like some of my diminutive companions.
Ow, that hurts! Wait just there, you're going too deep. I can't breathe with all that smoke, and I feel queasy with what you gave me to drink.
My oceans react, parts of me clean out as new things crumble down. I still don't feel too good though.
I take a closer look at what is causing all that disturbance and I'm surprised to see how much of my surface they have covered with their new, strange looking, smelly homes. I'm concerned at how unaware of me they are. I checked them out just over a minute ago and they not only knew about me but also they seemed to like me. What's happened?
Hmm, good. Some of them are waking up to my presence. I hope these are the ones who will survive my next change.