The beauty is dying

by Isabella Q., grade 8

What happened to me?

Why am I dying?

The past and present is ruining me

And it will continue on like this...

Drip, Drip, Drip

Every little drop is contaminating me

Every drop is like little bombs to my body

I can hear the drops coming in

One by one they fall

One by one they destroy me

Trash

                 Food

Gasoline

        Wraps

                                    Bottles

Are all the things that constantly fall over me

I used to be beautiful.

People came from all over the world

       Just to see me   

They admired my light blue colorful water

With every sun ray...

I used to shine

I used to be bright

I used to be happy

I used to laugh

But the...

Humans didn't care about me anymore

All I can say...

it's their fault

They thought I would continue to be beautiful

The reality is

I can't

The trash is too much

Sometimes, I think about the way I used to be

Occasionally, I feel like

running away

Why stay?

To suffer more?

I am of no use anymore

Never beautiful like I was before

Every day, every hour, every minute

I'm getting each day worse

It just takes a matter of time

I still try to shine beauty

The one that is left

I try and do it for the animals

They deserve the happiness

At the end...

It's going to run out

It will be gone

Forever.

I am loosing my mind

I am lost

Please help me

Please help me survive.

Peace and Freedom is All I Ask You!

by Nina A., grade 8
How richly glows the water’s breast before us, tinged with evening hues, while facing the crimson East, well at least that is how I remember it.
My wings flutter all day, I find myself flying over the great Caribbean Sea. My eyes burn like a flame of fire, as they punctuate bottles and trash, floating towards great destruction.
Waves bring a pleasant sound as you make your way to the water; I flutter my wings as I show a great sight of relief. But the time came, when this feeling of relief vanished away, and danger came to us.
The crystal clear, blue waters have become one of marine’s life greatest dangers. I am facing myself, fighting for my life, I am trapped with no way out, I flutter my wings, but it is impossible to spread them and fly free.
This brown substance unknown to me holds me back; I am covered in oil with no way out. I see dead fish floating pass my wings, thousands of them. I see black smoke rising from a fiery platform; the scenery isn’t the one I remember from the day before. I can’t see the sun’s reflection in the water, only miles of a thick black substance. Please save my home, I want my children to see the beauty of this world, let them have a chance to experience it.
Don’t turn our oceans black!
Don’t turn our oceans in a garbage dump!
Turn our oceans in a beautiful Paradise of endless freedom, and beauty.

with care and love

by Myung H., grade 8
 
Fresh air was given, clean clouds were given out
everything was taken with care and love
now everything is gone.

I am the cloud
who has been wandering around the sky
with shapes, colors, air and new forms for people to admire.
I have been admiring them since the time I first met them.
I felt as if I was going to feel not mistreated but treated fairly
but I was wrong.

Pollution began, smoke came up
cough, cough I can’t breathe I am stuck
there should be  some way to get out from here
but really, there isn't an option.

People should understand that I give air to the trees
but they don’t understand that when pollution kills us
the air will be gone
and the surroundings will be dried

I am tired of this, tired that they can’t understand me
I had  friends up in the sky
the plane, the birds and the other clouds.
I don't belong here.

Now with the smoke my belonging friends will be gone
but not only they but I will be gone
and will they understand what has happened
to the world? What has happened to my life?

Still there is hope

OH... SUNDAY MORNIN´!

by Juan Carlos E., grade 8

Every morning, every sunrise
I wake up with no one beside me.
Every night, every moon light
I go to bed with no one beside me.

All this makes me feel lonely! Questions rise upon my mind! Why can’t I be loved? Am I ugly? Should I care about this stuff? Am I cute? Am I fat?
But all that changes on Sunday mornin’! Every year, I wait for this time… These days… This week!
Every year, every month, every week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second, I wait for these days…. This week!

Real humans come right here! Next to my tree, in front of the bush; to the lake!
Oh, how I love it when they come…
Every mornin´ I stay still. They come to see the first sun! Everybody tags along, and every time they look at me! I stay still, and try my best pose. While they take portable machines, who throw a flash!
And all my unanswered questions are answered! I am loved, I am not ugly, I am cute, and being a little fat, is a good thing…

Every morning, every sunrise
I wake up with no one beside me.
Every night, every moon light
I go to bed with no one beside me.

All this makes me feel lonely! Questions rise upon my mind! But all those questions, all my opinions, all my loneliness, all that... changes Sunday mornin´…

Red, Orange and Yellow

by Camila R., grade 8

Fire, fire everywhere
going up and down into my tree
red, orange, yellow!
here and there
branches burned, and trees in flames
ashes flying, fire burning
here, there, everywhere!
I see my home down to ashes, all with fire
there is no hope
                         There is no light
in my life
I see in the sky little red dots
little black dots,
all of my family,
flying away
leaving all dreams
or flying with them
but what about me?
What shall I do?
Stay here and die with the heat
or fly away to god knows where
                    I cannot go
I cannot stay
where all my story
is written in stone
here
in my home
but it is burning down
down to ashes
                       down to dust
                                            down to nothing...
All of this flames
all of this chaos
thanks to those humans!
That have no compassion!
For us little things
I have to go!
I have to hurry!
But I ask to myself once again, where?
I cannot go to those houses because all I get is
           Squash!
Squash!
                       Squash!
All of those hands trying to squash
are the same ones that let my forest die
Still, I have to go so I'm on my way
to one of those houses but I have to hide
and in my spot I hear them say
"Deforestation, just a silly mistake..."

Pier in the Lake

by Gyu Jeong L., grade 8


Now the peace is gone
A pier is built upon me
Over my transparent body
And I'm burning in pain

Now the peace is gone
The pier fully built
and fisher comes to fish
I can predict something bad is going to happen

Now the peace is gone
Many kids are kidnapped
Many lose their homes
Many lose everything they have

Now the peace is gone
Fish struggle to survive
some don't get to live long
Some don't even get the chance to live the world

Now the peace is gone
Now traps are set too
and more are taken too
And my body now is a death trap

Now the peace is gone
Little are left
and the rest is gone
Still, the destroyers want more

Now the peace is gone
they abandon my body
and search for a better place
my soul follows them

Now the peace is gone
Everything changes
Day by day
year by year

Now the peace is gone
No more fishes come here
Still more traps are set
Even more dangerous than before

Now the peace is gone
As the time passes
The fishermen are gone
But so does the fish

Now the peace is gone
No more fishes here or there
No fishermen near here too
Still the peace is not here

There´s nothing in my body
Nothing, only traps
Deadly traps that will catch any fish
Now the peace is gone
And so is my soul
and death came here

Fish have Opinions

by Monica M., grade 8

What I think of humans?
I think they must be blind or dumb
Or they are just selfish.
So here’s what I would say to them
Someday when
I meet them

Dear Humans,
Look at our world
And if you noticed
It’s ours not yours
It’s not only you humans living here
We live and inhabit this place as well

It’s your home and ours
So why are you destroying
And harming it, why?
Have we done something wrong?
There must be something
Cause we don’t deserve it

You’re destroying my home
And the home of many others
Your trash is hurting us
I am living in YOUR waste

It’s unfair,
I don’t throw my waste
In your home
I don’t enjoy my life
Leaving other animals to die

No, I’m a nice fish
So why aren’t you a nice human?
Do us a favor and try
Tell your human friends that
They should leave us alone
So live in our home
The lives without trash in our
Face

Not only that but please stop
Creating ways
For us, animals
To die

Don’t you see what you’ve done?
All the species that are endangered
All the animals dying
Or losing their home

What would you do if
We did that to you?
Think about it
You would understand our pain

So just to make this clear
Animals die, your fault
Animals lose home, your fault
Earth isn’t pretty, your fault
Water isn’t clean, your fault

And you still wonder why animals die
you should really think about changing
do something to help us
help the world

use less water
use less trash
create less waste
don't pollute our water more

There are so many things you can do
I bet you can think of more
I'm just a poor fish
living in your dump

It’s not our fault
Humans have the entire fault
So please think and reflect
That even fishes want you
To swim another direction
And for everything I didn’t mention
Wait for the next letter

Unthinkable

by Esteban V., grade 8

I am located in Europe
In a country called Croatia
They say such vocabulary cannot describe me
I am overjoyed when people admire my beauty
They say such thing is a miracle
I have lived many years and experienced all sorts of feelings
I have suffered a lot
in 1991 I was severely destroyed
War caused people to stop visiting me
Thankfully it made me recover and get better
Years before, this humans contaminated me and destroyed parts of me
While I recovered, the war ended and tourists started to appear
They made me enjoy life
They preserved me and loved me
What I am trying to say is that these humans can bring lots of harm but they can change
I´ve heard stories that they contaminate a lot
I think they should work together in order to satisfy nature and their needs
My friends, let´s enjoy what we can of something and take care of it
My crystal clear water reminds me of the transparency people should have in the government
The paths that surround the water remind me of the laws people should never break
The waterfalls remind me of children´s rights and that they should always be respected
The animals remind me of happiness and friends
Nature even gives us the correct way to do things
we must folllow by example and enjoy responsibly

Airplane

by Charlie C., grade 8
 
I think I am going to quit
I am tired of flying.
The air is just too much to me.
I take people places faster
Than any other transport.
I am bored of watching everything.
The ocean, the people, the houses,
I see everything.

The work I have is too much for me,
A small airplane.
Everyone uses my because it´s the
Easiest way.
Cars don’t cross the oceans,
Boats are too slow,
And not everywhere there are trains.
I am the fastest, the safer,
The best.
 
CLOUD

I love my job.
I love than I never
Stop moving.
My job is really easy.
I just lay and let
The Earth move me.

The coolest part of
My jobs is
Changing shape every day.
It easy to be a
Cloud.

I see everyone
From the sky.
I´m sometimes
In Africa, Asia or even
The oceans.
I travel a lot.

The only thing
I hate
Is that people hate me
When I pass trough
The Sun.


I AM THE WIND

I am strong,
I have a lot of force,
I move the oceans waves.
No one can beat me.
I am the strongest.

I am the wind.

Poor helpless wind vane

From a Bird

by Nicole C., grade 8


I think it will change.

But my hopes are scarce.
My wings are heavy
and I think I’ll fall,
from the cheerful sky.

When I fly high in the sky,
I see these humongous birds
made of pure steel.
I wonder if they suffer
as much as us.

I’ve had many nightmares.
I’ve been put into a cage
with my wings cut
and my freedom has been taken from me.
I cry.

I wonder if there’s something,
higher than the sky
waiting for us, birds.
I wonder if there’s…
GLORY.

I fly into the past
and think of our ancestors.
How did they survive?
How did they manage this pressure?
Did they escape from this prison?

Every time I breath into the blue sky,
the smoke gets into my tiny lungs.
It’s hard to breath but I can’t die.
Life is such a treasure and I didn’t came here
to give up.

I wish I could do something.
But then I realize how small I am.
It would take a big hand
to change this unfortunate world.
If only someone cared…

I think it will change.
But my hopes are scarce.
My wings are heavy
and I think I’ll fall
from the cheerful sky.

CAN YOU SEE ME

by Jean-Patrick C., grade 8


Can you see me,
Can you… because I can see you,
I am not invisible, actually I am bigger than you,
Stronger.

Can you see what you have done,
I can see it, and have seen it,
I can see what you have tone to my brother,
He became a storage room.

You made him look like that,
I don’t like it,
In fact
I       
         Don’t
                           Like
                                             You
I thought we were friends,
But
No
         We
Are
         Not.

Look what nature has become,
In just a blink,
From the eye of God.

I CAN SEE YOU,
YOU ARE DESTROYING, FOR CREATING
BUT NOT RECREATING WHAT YOU DESTROYED.

I CAN SEE YOU,
AND I HOPE
THAT ONE-DAY

YOU SEE ME AND REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE

IF YOU SAVE ME,
YOU SAVE YOUR SELF.

     
          TO YOU                                                                                                                                                               
     To you human eyes
          I am just
            A tree
              But
     Actually I am
           Part of
             You.


GREEN MEMORY
Without me
You would be
Confused
Dead
Useless
All because their would be no air to clean.
The color green would just be a memory.
Every pice of Earth would just be a memory.          

Us/we
Help us
Do not cut us,
Save us
Love us
Hug us
Believe on us
Trust us

We will help you
We wont cut you
We will save you
We will love you
We will hug you
We believe on you
We trust you

Us the trees,
We the humans.

FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

by Diego Y., grade 8

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I´m very upset
because of you
 
Please people change me
Once I was divine
Having a wonderful transparent blue color
And all types of incredible water creatures surrounding me
But things have changed
And all because of you

Please people change me
Now I am repugnant with my greenish color
I scare away every fish that crosses me
My only friend now is the algae
It surrounds me and follows me everywhere
I´m desperate about this reality now
And I don´t know what to do
 
So please people change me
Back then tourists came to visit me
From millions of places like
China
          USA
                  Croatia
                              Singapore
                                               Sweden
                                                            And even from Dubai
But now that I am appalling
Nobody wants to visit me
N
O
B
O
D
Y
Please people I´m desperate for you to change
I have a proposal for you
Fix me
And I´ll fix you

 

INJUSTICE

I´m just a cloud but I am as important as you
I can see every move you make
Either it is good or bad
Nothing in this world is false
I can see you

I´m just a cloud but I am as important as you
Every single human I´ve seen has polluted in a certain way
From throwing bottles into the lake
To throwing food remains
Even factories contaminate the lake with the acid

R
             
              A
               
                            I     

                                         N          

I´m just a cloud but I am as important as you
It´s not fair for my friend down there
To support your errors
But it´s not too late to change
So let´s take an action and mark the difference

It can be as small as not throwing trash to the lake
Or by recycling
Everyone can change the lake
´Cause every move counts

Let´s return all the favors to the lake
And make it charming like before
Later not only fishes will adorn the place
But other many insects will sing in their place

Therefore let´s give to receive
And make this correct
Everyone can do it
But it takes some initiative
So let´s get up from that sofa
And start helping now

Swimming to an end

by Stephanie R., grade 8

Swim, Swim

Paddle, Paddle

Swimming in the water with no end

No land ahead

Nowhere to go

All alone

and freezing in the cold

I am lost.

Everywhere I go

Looks the same,

Only water

Nothing more,

Nothing less

I can't feel my  white paws.

I can't feel my tiny ears.

My black small nose is cold.

I can't feel my body.

Food is nowhere to be found.

Starving, exhausted 

with nowhere to go

What did I do wrong?

I can't understand!

It's not my fault

The fault is theirs.

It's not my fault 

the ice is melting.

It's not my fault 

that the water is dirty.

No food

No energy

and nothing to be done

I might as well die

than keep swimming

I might as well sink

than keep floating.

One fish a day

Is all I need to survive,

Just one!

With no hope

no hope at all

I just need a sign 

One sign is all I ask

I can't keep going

I just can't

That feeling that you get

When you can't do anything 

That's how I feel

Why me?

Why not them?

My white fur is getting dirty

My nose is turning white.

Is this normal?

I can't go any further,

my body won't let me

I need help!

If only someone could save me!

Please come.

Rescue me!

The best thing to do right now is to float

To stay here and wait for rescue

Or death.

My Paradise

by Sergio C., grade 8

I wake up in the morning

and feel the air in my wings

I see up and see a sky

A sky with something like a ball

A ball of fire

I see down and see a blue surface

this surface is wet

But from here I get my food

The food I use to survive

Sometime I see this huge metal floating things

that bring people with them

These people are having so much fun

Sometimes I wish I could be a human and walk and run

But sometimes I know that I'm free

these people can't fly

they can't feel the air in their wings

They can't see the world from a different perspective

In the beach there's always a beautiful horizon

There's always a comfortable feeling

I wish people would care more for the world

Sometimes I see this green chunk of water in the middle of the ocean

That comes from a huge metal tube

Garbage is all over my paradise

I start to get difficulties while trying to find food

I know this can change

But it's just getting worse

MY paradise is getting contaminated

The paradise that I use to inspire myself

to keep flying

This paradise keeps me

alive

Why?

because this is

MY

PARADISE

The day the kid grew a beard..

by Rodrigo F.
 
I saw this kid
He lived in a small orange house
Every morning he would come running down the alley to the patch of green where me and my fellow friend lived
I'm not sure but I remember he'd shoot a ball at me and at my partner
I always thought that that sport was something humans called soccer.
When the ball hit me, I wouldn't howl or scream, because it made my trunk tickle.
He kick the ball in a way it seemed to be harmless, it rather looked like playful.
Since I was a kid, my mother,Earth, would tell me about the cruelty of the humans.
She'd tell me how they were killing her, at this very moment.
This created fear in me, until this boy came around.
We had fun, we were the posts of the goal, or he would look at us like the goal keepers.
He'd try to hit the hollow space between me and my fellow tree.
That ball like a woodpecker, hitting me and opening me on every blow, but I knew he didn't do it to hurt me, he did it as a necessity.
Just a  like a woodpecker needs me to have a home and feed its young, the kid needed me to supply the only thing humans really need, company
He told me his secrets, he trusted my branches would protect his every secrets.
He'd climb to the top of me and pretend I was a fort that would protect him from all the evil his race had caused.
Maybe I could not speak, but I sent the wind as a messenger, to make him understand, that I understood, and he did.
The kid...
               He grew
                              He grew
                                   He grew

              He grew

Finally he went away, to a place, humans call "college"
It's a place where supposedly, kids turn into something else....

Until one day, he came back.
He had changed, he had a beard and he was tall and strong, even the look in his eyes changed.
I thought he came back to play with me!
To replace all those years he went away, and were he left a hollow trunk.
Strangely, he had an axe.

The wind passing through my leaves
It whispered something.....
It replayed the words it carried again, only once

"I must cut him, he obstructs the view..."

I realized it was the voice of the kid, which had turned stronger and lower!


     Soon I understood. That was not the same kid I saw before he went away.
When he finally face all the pain and the grief in the world, he became a man.
He had become something unrecognizable


          Man, a feeling less creature, a beast in nature.
"The one who kills"-whispered my partner..

                    TheA

                                X
                                                                 E
                                                                 ..
                                 ..
It cut thorought me. I felt the cold metal into me.
Delibering a killing blow.
Now the kid was not innocent any more, he did it intentionally
HE WAS NOT A KID, HE WAS A MAN!
Soon I...
                    Fell
                             Fell
                                       Fell
                                                  Fell
To the ground
I collapsed and felt the last of of life slipping away from my branches....

I felt mother Earth, the one who fed me and embraced me, and once again it held me tight, but this time
She was not





Hot..

She had left me to die, knowing the humans had do this to me. I finally felt what its like to be hurt...

I understood what the humans had done all this time.

but soon....

I died

I'm The Sky

by Cecy K., grade 8

I look from above
Blue, blue water
It's really blue,
Just like me.

I have a lot of
friends down there.
Yellow fishes and
bright corals

There are little dots
What could it be?
I look closer.
Trash...

There's a island
over there, beside the ocean.
Many people live there
and many come to see the ocean

But they build hotels
and resorts and destroy
the nature in the island
Not only that but they contaminate

Trash, waste,
left overs, and much more
they are all thrown to
the ocean.

The land is also cut and removed
to make more and more
buildings in them
they are all getting hurt.

Black, black water
comes out from the drains
I'm worried. I don't think that
water is good for the fishes and corals

The ocean was much more
light blue than me.
but as the black liquid come,
it turns dirty.

I cry, rain drops
pour on the ocean
just in case I could
help clean

I'm sad
I wish someone could help me
clean this water
that was once my friend

the ocean is dying
fishes are dying
corals are dying
and I'm crying

It is Not Like it Used to Be

by Ricky G., grade 8

It is not like it used to be
The fresh wind, the clear blue sky
We could breathe clean air
Without getting sick with any pollutants
We had the freedom to fly everywhere, and anywhere
Our life was just perfect
But it all has changed

All of a sudden pollution started
It has changed our way of living
The fresh air is not fresh anymore
It is stale and stuffy
And the clear blue sky is neither clear nor blue
It is thick and gray
It all has changed

Even the ocean, the place that we enjoy the most,
Is getting contaminated with trash
What have humans done to planet Earth?
It is unhealthy for us to live in this environment
And it is affecting everyone living in the world
Animals, plants, and us, seagulls
It all has changed

How can we continue living in these terrible conditions?
If everywhere we fly is contaminated?
If everywhere we swim is polluted?
How will our future generations live this way?
Humans need to correct their mistake
Because the way we are now living…
It is not like it used to be

There was Once a Beautiful Place

by Raquel A., grade 8

There used to be a time, when the world was a friendly place.
A place with pure nature, full of joy and care.
Where the clear and fresh air danced around my mass.
And where the sweet and clear waters traveled along my end.

Those times were so great.
It was a pleasant life.
But now things have changed.

Nobody expected it so fast, even though there were warnings.
Oh, but if the great masters would ´ve done something,
we wouldn´t be suffering.

The world is now a different place.
Where the air is not clean, and with color gray.
It´s a place of deception, and failure.
A place with no joy and care.
Those great masters' cruelty and frailty.
Were the ones that made the world, an atrocious home.

Back then, this place was a jungle of adventure and survival.
Those times, when there were no people on earth.
It was a place with no harm, a place full of peace.
but once the masters arrived, their ambitious souls
made them turn the world to something frightful.

It all happened in the morning.
The sun was rising high in the sky, and the day looked like any other.
At mid-morning the sun was covered by a gloomy and gray atmosphere.
There was no light at all, and we were all wondering what was happening.
Was it an eclipse?
An equinox?
A solstice?
No… no… no…
The street was a desert covered with silent shrieks of help.
It was a time when the world received its peace again.
A time when the masters finally confronted their friendly place.

After there was no more light,
the electric powers disappeared.
Everyone was in panic.
Political leaders tried to find what was happening,
but they didn´t understand their mistakes.
After noon, everyone was almost settled, until the dusty and solid ground started shaking.
That was the time when they finally realized their mistakes.
Until then, the masters where able to change.
When the catastrofee was occurring, they were capable of regretting their actions.
Until then, the masters where able to be sorry for their selfishness.

It’s Fishing Season

by Paulina P., grade 8

It’s fishing season
Sharp hooks are everywhere
As I pass them I hear humans yelling:
“Here comes a fish!”
Well, don’t think I’m a fool
I won’t grab the worm
I know I’m food
But I also know that humans are not here for food
But entertainment

I’m starving
I haven’t found plankton anywhere
Those juicy worms  are really a temptation
But I must resist
To reach salvation

My friends are falling into the humans trick
There goes another one
He gets pulled up quick
What lies above?
Cruelty and death
Not love

Some are put back
Bleeding
Waiting to die
We can’t do anything except say goodbye
I’m sure it’s all a competition
To see whose fish gets put on exhibition

I wonder if I could just get a bit of that worm
Then, I would swim as fast as I can
And the hook wouldn’t catch me

Slowly, I’m getting closer
I grab the worm
And I try to pull and go away
But I can’t
I’m stuck
The hook’s got me
Then I hear, “I got one!”
I’m pulled up and I can’t breathe
I'm suffocating

I see lots of families laughing and having fun
What a great pastime
To kill us, even if they don’t need us
And then they will ask how we became an endangered species
When they are to blame

Forever Clear and Blue

by Maria T., grade 8


I appear peaceful and blue
but most people don't have a clue
they throw trash and waste too
and continue to pollute.


I feel sad and sick
and I don't want to be extinct,
but as pollution invades me in a blink
I fear for my survival and I fear to be seen
because it seems I'm turning green!


People gossip as they come,
many things need to be done
in order to save my endangered soul.
I just float here waiting for all
to take a stand and share one goal
and I hope I'm not alone
so they can clean me after all.


It is wonderful to wake up
each new day comes with new hope
to find a cure and reverse all
so I can feel myself once more.


I can't wait for all my waters
to be cleaned and feel brand new,
 to be crystal clear and blue.
So I can shine with the sun
blow with the wind
and glare at the moon.


All it takes is for people to care
and try to always be aware
of their actions to respect
and be able to protect
this lake for all to share.


So all I ask is for a chance
to tell everyone to stop polluting at once!
to work together to preserve
my waters clean and safe,
for every species here and there
and for all who come my way,
to feel enjoyment everyday.


Still I wait here in neglect
as magnificent volcanoes around me reflect
all their beauty and grand extraordinaire
on the peaceful waters of my despair.

Save Us

by J.P., grade 8


Why do you cut us?
We give you hope
We give you clean air
We help you

But you torture us
You disrespect us
You cut down our families and friends
You make us suffer

Even though we are a unit
We are together
We need to work together
But it seems you hate us

There is still hope though
We can follow the circle of life
You help us
And we help you

But I don't think that will happen
Your ignorance is incredible
You only care for yourselves
You think you are greater

But you are not
Everything in this planet is connected
In order to support each other
And have great balance

You help someone
Yo receive help from someone
It's that simple
We still have a chance

All you have to do is
Preserve and respect us
Become my friends
You can plant more of us
You can help us grow

Just like some good people
That help me grow
I am really healthy
I am growing steadily

And if you do that to my friends
And my family
Then we could all be safe
In perfect harmony

You can do that
With your human friends too
Create friends
Not enemies

Help us ,trees, to
Save this planet
But we all have to help
Save nature and resources
And save us

Let's cure this Earth
Like friends
Not enemies
Let's restore balance