The trees I saw in the forest were a dark green color with orange tips and many of them looked older, some were small and others big and the neatest thing about them was their bark, it looked like a puzzle put together by mother nature.
The blue river that runs by my house is like a chalk board with finger nails running along it and having it there gave us fresh water but I would do anything to get rid of the noise, how come it wasn't like any other old river that had a freshly flowing sound and movement to it, everything around here is abnormal.
Cars go by day in and day out but no one ever stops to look at me and how helpless I look and I wonder could there be anyone out there to care and when I say that I'm wondering I mean I'm really wondering, why are people so selfish to me and the earth, if they weren't here we would breath fresh and clean air for eternity.
"Oh Canada, we stand on guard for," and then it stops all the noise and silence takes over, the courageous voice is now nothing no more then a pin dropping onto the floor whats wrong with us and why cant we hold our promise, the question never came before but now it just slapped me across the face.
What was that scream and where did it come from, someone must of got hurt but why and who would do that to someone in our neighborhood could it be a bad place to live or was it worse than that maybe even terrible then why did we move our old house was better and my parents jobs were better then never really told us why we came here, on night they said we just had to leave and leave now I wonder why families always have deep dark secrets.
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The trees I saw in the forest were a dark green color with orange tips. Many of them looked older, some were small and others big. The neatest thing about them was their bark, it looked like a puzzle put together by mother nature.
ReplyDeleteThe blue river that runs by my house is like a chalk board with finger nails running along it. Having it there gave us fresh water but I would do anything to get rid of the noise. How come it wasn't like any other old river that had a freshly flowing sound and movement to it, everything around here is abnormal.
Cars go by day in and day out. No one ever stops to look at me and how helpless I look. I wonder could there be anyone out there to care and when I say that I'm wondering I mean I'm really wondering. Why are people so selfish to me and the earth. If they weren't here we would breath fresh and clean air for eternity.
"Oh Canada, we stand on guard for," and then it stops all the noise and silence takes over. The courageous voice is now nothing no more then a pin dropping onto the floor. Whats wrong with us and why cant we hold our promise. The question never came before but now it just slapped me across the face.
What was that scream and where did it come from. Someone must of got hurt but why and who would do that to someone in our neighborhood could it be a bad place to live. Was it worse than that. Maybe even terrible then why did we move our old house was better and my parents jobs were better then never really told us why we came here. All night they said we just had to leave and leave. Now I wonder why families always have deep dark secrets.