When your mom hugs me she really hugs me

The nature has caressed us into being, has even taught us how to pet her back as we grew up. We then started hitting her hard, using her goods in order to progress at her expense. She stares at us reluctantly yet tolerates us as a mom would. But occasionally she freaks out, warns us with an earthquake, a pandemic, or a tsunami. shall we ever learn not to take advantage of our mom, but humbly share her goods with respect and appreciation?