For most of the time during last summer I¡¯ve spent in the air, looking down to where I was born, on that chilly cold ground. The lithe water used to run beneath me, flowing joyfully with the fishes and the sea mammals. To be honest I didn¡¯t know where I came from, by the time I was awake, and I was simply lying there, watching the clouds rotating above me. I always dreamed to be up there, to be free, flying with other particles in the air.
When the men came they scared away the animals, I saw them digging into the bodies of my friends, down into where the animals lived. They also had machines, catching the animals that fell for their traps, they screamed and yelled, but their friends did not come to save them, because they knew the danger. The men made the branches and leafs glow with a bright red colour, I heard my dear friends say that they were going off to somewhere new, somewhere free without these men to disrupt their lives, but to me, it seemed like that they were suffering. I saw my friend¡¯s bodies transformed rounder and rounder, soon they became transparent, and not long after they were in the air, up high, until I couldn¡¯t see them anymore, they were blown away by the strong wind.
Three months later, spring arrived. I was moved closer to the edge of the land by nature, I knew this was inevitable. The men weren¡¯t yet all gone, but they¡¯ve done enough to the place where I lived, a lot of us has experienced those suffers they brought to us, and we always wonder why, why they did those harsh things to us. They never belonged here, never lived here, they were unrecognizable to us. However we don¡¯t have the power to fight back, but to wait until the minute when we disappear.
It was a sunny bright day, when they took out that machine, it was a silvery grey colour, and it generated a lot of noise when they pressed a red button on it. The silver piece of metal would run so fast, and sliced things open. I never thought such harsh things could happen to me, but that was how I was separated from rest of my sisters and brothers.
The water was so smooth; it held me up so that I didn¡¯t fell deeply into it. I traveled for weeks on the ocean; the waves led me towards where the brighter sunshine was shone on. It was then, when I experienced what my other friends meant. The sun was warm, and I began to deform, slowly I became transparent just like my other friends. I felt the joy, followed the waves and danced with the water. I loved the places where I traveled to, because it was such a different experience than when I was stuck together with others without a move, there were so much more out there than just watching the clouds rotate in the air. Until the day when that boy came to get me, I never left this place.
It was on a cold breezy early morning; I was flowing freely in the ocean, until that big red bucket caught me. There once again, I saw the glowing orange-red colour, but it wasn¡¯t with branches and leaves this time, the colours were twirling above a black metal box. The boy lifted the red bucket and sat me above the metal box, just a moment later, I felt myself heating up, the feeling wasn¡¯t nice, as if I was about to explode. Suddenly my weight became lighter, I felt my body start to float, the memory broke through, and this was what my friends experienced back in the day. As my body became lighter, I rose higher, I saw the sun waking up, it shone with a bright yellow, I couldn¡¯t forget that feeling, I never believed in magic, but it felt so magical.
Traveling with the wind, I saw the place where I was born once again, where I lived for years and years, I never thought I would get what I longed for, up high, with freedom, a place where I truly belonged, without the disruptions of men, only with nature.
I saw my old friend, we greeted, shared our experience through our journeys, and he told me that we were called as H2O by the men.