A Fresh World

April 16, 2011
By juliette macura BRONZE, Great Neck, New York
juliette macura BRONZE, Great Neck, New York
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Tiny pink buds,
Sprout from my branches.
I can tell its spring now,
cause' every animal dances.

A little girl sings, as she tells me a story,
About life, about peace,

In all of her glory.

I feel real sadness, as I cannot reply.
For I am only a tree. My goal in life?
To grow up to the
SKY.

I look down at her face, from way up high-
As she talks about our earth,
Our common goal of a clearer sky.

I finally feel moved, as she seems so
convincing.

But unless we all work together,
There are so many people we would be missing.

This is out world, and we cannot let it go.
We need to take care of it, let our love for it
show.

"United as one, it's the only way"

She's screaming and shouting,
her voice steady and ready all the way.

The little girl finishes, and takes a deep breath.
She points to our world, and says QUICK;
before nothing is

left.


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