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Mother Nature By Caitlin, 11 years old Plainfield, Illinois, USA A wonderful color I made... Black, For it is dark as night, duller than bright, Soil under my feet, Mud between my toes, Paint oozing through the cracks of my fingers, Fur beneath my hand, And feathers between threads of my hair. As I watch my little critters among my land. Tis but thirty years later Black, No longer dark as night nor duller than bright, For pollution lightens the sky, The one spot where mud was between my toes, and dirt beneath my feet there are factories that kill my fresh air. Once I had plenty of rich oil but now tis scarce Once, I supplied so many creatures for you But now some people think that killing animals is fun. Watch and protect the creatures with me before they are gone.
