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Our Earth


Every day that I wake up, The air becomes filthier, The trees become weaker, And we die a little more Each day. More pollution In the air as the cars whiz by. The Artic begins to melt and The snow comes less and less. People become sicker and weaker. Animals die again and again. What is going on? Why is this Happening? Why are we destroying Our planet? Some people do not See our earth dying as they lay Out on the beach or go to their Business meetings. They simply do Not care.
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ami2013

From Austin, Indiana. A senior at Austin High School and will be attending Indiana University Southeast this fall. Love music and helping people.

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