Where is My Home?

Every winter, I bury myself beneath the water
Deep in the mud to stay warm 
Spring will come, and I can leap around
Lily pad to lily pad 
Stretching my legs in the fresh water
But,
Where did it all go?
My lily pads are now slippery clear objects 
The water feels thick, sticking to my legs
I avoid objects floating in the water
My friends are trapped, I can't help them
What is it? Why are they doing this?
My friends are dying
My home is dying 
Am I next? 
The water has created a filth smell
And more "plastic" is replacing my lily pads
Help us
I don't think I can swim in this anymore
Where is my home?
 
C

Charlize B

VT

18 years old

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