No one saw it coming (Original Short Story)

No one saw it coming…

The crash just happened and no one saw it coming. No one could have anticipated the terribly ear-splitting sound the crash made and the deafening silence that ensued. No one could have anticipated the dense black smoke rising upwards in humongous puffs. No one could have anticipated the simultaneous death of so many. There was not a single movement apart from the tongues of flames of fire greedily engulfing the plane and the incessant plumes of thick dark smoke floating away in all directions. One would not be wrong in correlating blaring sirens and several shouts of agony and fear to the situation and yet none of them resounded at the site of destruction. It was in the midst of an impenetrable copse that the plane had crashed. 

The debris of the plane seemed to be scattered about like a game of marbles. It appeared almost artificially architectured. If one hadn’t watched the plane crash first-hand, it would be only too easy to assume that it was designed by some laurel-laden architect. The flames of fire seemed to meander through the debris like the brush of a painter restoring an ancient art piece. Everything they touched either turned black or crumbled. The searing tongues of flame ravaged through the remains of the plane until all that remained was a scorched sequence of ash and burnt metal, of grey and black. Grey and black was all that was present in the design which was a stark contrast from the scenery surrounding it. 

The picturesque beauty of the dense copse was in no way tarnished by the grey and black design. The smoke had dissipated and the orange flames had waned, died away without touching the green grass that lined the floor of the forest. The squirrels scurried about on the tree trunks and the birds chirped in their dulcet tones as always. Nothing had been pushed out of place in the portrait and all was well. The grey and black design seamlessly merged into the portrait as days went by. The design had not been the first and would not be the last. Many other crashes had happened there and were yet to occur in the same spot. 

Mother Nature would elicit a delighted laugh as she avenged her children who were burnt down in the Amazon, in Australia, in California and everywhere else. They cut down and burnt her trees, she would cut down and burn them   as well. She would take revenge on the gluttonous humankind, on the people who did not value what they had and were ever so destructive. Mother Nature would have her way in the end. She would not allow herself to be disrespected like they did in abundance. Mother Nature would emerge victorious by eliminating the parasites that wrecked her body. A few days after the crash, another crash just happened and no one saw it coming.