It starts with the letter G
A small sprout budding
So tiny that it could be destroyed by the slightest whispers of the wind
But the sprouts’ will to live was strong.
Some say, a bit too strong.
As the plant continues to grow
It demands for more
More food
More sunlight
More water
More space
Every day more than the last
Blinded by its craving for more
It fails to see the other plants surrounding it
And at the peak of its growth
A sudden change seeped into its soil
And into its roots
Like a dark green vial of poison.
By the time the little sprout grows into a large plant
The need for more is still holding it down
Like a boulder on its roots
The colour draining its leaves
Shriveling the plant to nothing more than wrinkles
And the leaves helplessly plummeting towards the ground
Almost as if the Earth was telling it to come back to its origins
Withering day by day
With no one by its side.
A whole life wasted all because of one thing
And it ends with the letter D
Can you guess what it is?
…
Did you guess the word? It’s actually greed!
Photo: Britannica
