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