(Written at age 10-11.)
'Mother Nature', to Her it is said,
But the respect towards Her in our hearts is dead.
For we treat Her as though She were a piece of junk,
But actually She is a big Diamond in a dirty old trunk.
The dirt being us, human beings,
Who are slowly-slowly cutting this precious stone;
But we do not see that by doing this
It is we who are going to be left alone.
Without greenery which supports us to live,
We consider the problem of exploitation primitive.
But at present it should be our major concern.
Why don't we, senseless human beings, from our mistakes try to learn?