The Environment

• Isabella Hope, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2014

Flowers smell really nice,
I'm happy they are not ice.
We don't respect there friends the Trees,
And when there gone we can't pay our fees.
That might seem nice to everyone,
But they don't know we will be done.
We won't be able to breath anymore,
We won't be able to go through our door.
That's why we have to act fast,
Or we won't ever last.