Nature

• Kiralee Cantle, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

As the Autumn wind blows through my hair,
The sea salt mist, rushes in the air.
The morning dew on the green grass tops,
Flowers blooming everywhere, colours of lollipops.
Lorikeets, Blue Birds and Doves shall sing,
To the nine-thirty church bell that makes a loud ring.
At night the sea waves are nice and calm,
And the moons reflection rests upon my palm.
The white snow falls upon the mountain,
And grey smoke comes out of the big steam train.
I turn around and see, the blazing hot sun,
And the desert animals whom are in search of water are on the run.
Cattle bones are scattered everywhere,
Go to the desert if you dare.
Our Earth is coming from cold to mild,
What about our future? What about my child?