Going Going Green

• Isabella Fowler, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Rubbish is here, Rubbish is there
Rubbish would always be everywhere.
Rubbish kills but never heals,
Animals eat it for their dirty meals.
In the wind the rubbish blows,
Swimming through the water flows.
The clouds go black and the earth turns grey,
With pollution running all the stray.
Children chocking, adults smoking,
Green House Gas would always be cloaking.
Fish aren’t breathing,
Birds aren’t even singing,
Our environment is dying
And our Mother Nature is.................
Crying