I walk a small path, surrounded by an infinite number of trees, plants and the scent of flowers. My lungs fill with pure, fresh air when I take a deep breath. My bare feet touch the ground, damp from yesterday’s rain. This is my home. This is where I grew up. This is what I want to share with my children one day.
As I think of the future, of my people, I can hear the cry of the river, the mountains and the forest, and this fills me with sadness and anger. The future of this place is being threatened. The very essence of life is being threatened by oil extraction. And I pray to the forest to give me enough courage to protect my home.