In the end the author is preaching hope and change. The reality says it wont happen, can't happen and that it's too late! An estimated 7.8 billion parasitic human fucktards on the planet and still growing. This is painting a clear picture of the end for us and possibly most or all life on earth.
And nature did create us after all, so it is responsible for this destruction. Maybe that's why we exist, as a means to an end for the planet. Maybe it wants to die just like we do. Nature made a mistake of creating life and maybe we are the natural equivalent to the gun shooting the bullet in the head of the planet?