Plastic Yard

Green plastic on the ground

Green plastic on the leaves

Green plastic all around

Green plastic in the air

 

Where is the grass?

Where are the flowers?

Where are the trees?

Where is mother nature?

 

Down goes the grass

Down go the wildflowers

Down goes the trees

Down go the bees.

 

We must save the grass

And save the wildflowers

We must save the trees

And save the native bees

Adalia Kruk

VT

15 years old

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  • Misunderstood

    A kid simplified and broken down

    Reduced to a microphone in their hand,

    The notes that leave their lips.

    This child is more than this.

     

    “You are my daughter”

  • Every Day

    Every Day I sit

    In a spine-crushing chair.

    And I’m not sure how I take it,

    The nicotine in the air

    Do the others even care?

    I’m shaking in my chair.

  • Brown Eyes

    I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.