Nature, A Part Of Us

• Vuong Pham, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

As I walk through the forest
Trying to find my favorite spot
I felt a cool breeze brush by me
I tripped and I felt the rough rocks cut my knee

When I had found it
The forest was cut down bit by bit
I heard twigs snapping as bulldozers past
I saw trees no longer bright and cheery
The sight of this horror made me weary
Crows caw in alarm as their homes are destroyed
Casting them away in an endless void

I no longer smell the fresh air that nature produced
Because all that freshness has now been reduced
Please don’t kill Mother Nature
Because Mother Nature will kill you.