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If Only They Could Speak
Rustle, rustle, sway, sway down go my leaves from green, to yellow, to crumbly brown. When I clutch to my babies, I find it to be hopeless. I can only regain them in the spring and summer. As I pull one eye down, I can see all the clumps of garbage carelessly thrown around me by campers and hunters. The smoke reaches the top of my trunk, and worst of all when they leave a piece of glass behind, it changes me from a beautiful oxygen producer into ashes. Fire engine! Where are you? I’d rather rot than live a life like this. No one respects me; I create oxygen and absorb carbon dioxide to prevent global warming. I also give paper and wood for your use in everyday life. So people of the world, why not respect me and I will give you what you need, if not go ahead and die in vain.
Article posted October 26, 2011 at 02:25 AM •
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I was born in the state of Arkansas. I am 10 years old. Hope you like my articles!!!!!!! :))
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