The grateful acre was created when God created the Earth. The grateful acre was grateful to wake up one day and realize that it was an acre. God smiled upon it and the grateful acre was grateful. It was grateful when dirt appeared upon it. Even though the dirt made the acre feel heavier, the acre was grateful. It was grateful when grass appeared upon it. Even though the grass ate the dirt and made the acre feel smaller, the acre was grateful. It was grateful when insects crawled inside it. Even though the insects ate the grass which ate the dirt, the acre felt grateful. It was grateful when the beasts walked upon it. Even though the beasts trampled on the grass and ate the insects, the acre felt grateful. It was grateful when man stepped upon it. Even though man killed the grass and ate the beasts and insects and polluted the dirt, the acre felt grateful. It was grateful when man built upon it. Even when the grass disappeared and the dirt disappeared and the acre was poured upon with concrete, and a tower rose upon it, and the acre sunk deeper into the earth, the acre was grateful. When the building fell, the acre was grateful. Even though the acre was covered in stone and plastic and death, the acre was grateful. When the air filled with radiation, the acre was grateful. When the acre stopped being able to breathe, the acre was grateful. When the acre slipped into a coma, the acre was grateful.
For ten thousand centuries of silence, the acre was grateful.
And when the acre woke up, its first thought was: “I am grateful.”
And when the grass came back, the acre was grateful.
And when the bugs came back, the acre was grateful.
And when the beasts came back, the acre was grateful.
And the acre was grateful.
And the acre was grateful.
And the acre waited for man to come back.
And when man never came back, the acre was grateful.
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