Take care everyone, it’s been a good time. I lived among your folk for many a years. I watched civilizations come and go and watched as your kind began to grow. But now I fear the end might be near, for you have lost your way, left places gray.
Earth is no garbage place, you know. It’s rich with life and should lack the strife for many generations you’ve put on it. Its species unreplaceable, yet now I fear many have become untraceable. I remember swimming with the stellar’s sea cow, walked with the white-footed rabbit-rat, and flew with the colorful Tahiti rails. Yet now, only their nails you hold dear in little houses to peak at; only now they cannot fear your guns and nets and your greedy desires fueled by the endless fires you have sown onto this world.
I hope one day—soon—you’ll come to your senses and see the beauty that still fills this oasis in the spaces around you. I hope one day—soon—you’ll fathom this place, its riches and beauties and come to your senses and reckon your chances to survive without abundance, to survive without what keeps you alive.
Then, perhaps, we’ll meet again, up in the stars, quite far away, but you’ll know how to find me, what do you say?