The Earth
Louise, Age 11, Warsaw, Poland

I am giving and special
I wonder how people will save me
I hear the car horns bellowing above me
I see gases rising to the heavens
I want to carry on living
I am giving and special

I pretend I will have a future
I feel speckles of smoke tickling my space
I touch the wheels of the car rolling over my rough surface
I worry about the people above me
I cry my lands dying
I am giving and special

I understand that I will come to an end
I say my conclusion will possibly be a bad one
I dream of a better me
I try to tell people there is something wrong
I hope to live forever
I am giving and special.

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