Something that concerns me is pollution, and I bet that everyone has an opinion on this too. I think that pollution is really getting to us now, and taking over the beauty of nature. If I were to say, I think we humans are doing this the wrong way. Mother Nature has given so much to us, and in turn, we are making forests burn? Littering trash in parks? Unknowingly killing innocent animals and breaking Mother Nature’s heart?
Because of all of this, I really wanted to express my feelings about what the outside is now, hence I am sharing a poem that I had written when I was just 9 years old:

The Outside, By Kartik Lakhwani, 2019-2020
I gaze out my window, into the fresh haze of moistness,
And I see a tree, with gleaming green leaves, as attractive as an emerald.
I see neawly bloomed, babylike, fragrent flowers.
I hear the high-pitched, sweet, "chirp chirp" of little birds
I am like a magnet, attached to these simple but beautiful natural things.
I stare out like a statue and just glue my eyes to them, enjoying each sight.
But then, I see a tree fall, an who could it be other than lumberjack Paul.
I see a bird get shot and die, and fall into the hands of hunter Harry - That was scary!
I see several flowers being picked, by hers truly, flowershop Francine
Stop! I holler. Don't cut down the tree, you greedy man for money!
Eh, tree? I don't care, I am free, Mr. Smaller.
No I yell! Don't kill it!
Go to hell! I will. 'Cause huntings my hobby, and ain't nobody gonna stop me!
Don't! I scream! Don't pluck them!
A successful flowershop is my dream! Now stop clucking and do some of your own plucking!
I fall to the floor, my eyes droop, and I cry. Destroying nature isn't good, even for food.
Can't we just give saving nature a try?
If they would just have an attitude of grattitude towawrds whatever these living things offer,
This world of gloom will start to bloom,
Once again.



Consider the words of a 9-year-old, and look outside to see what we really do to nature. Think of what you could do to stop this from happening, and save our planet. And now act after reading a 13-year-old’s blog post, and get out there, and make a change!
-Kartik Lakhwani

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