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Morning dew sparkles in the lush grass like many-faceted diamonds as the sun rises, spilling it's brilliant pinks and purples like water across the sky. A choir of birds in the distance sing their harmonious song as they flit about in the sky. A brook gurgles, lazily making it's way to nowhere. Soon this will be replaced by a brand new shopping strip where people will buy cheap flip-flops. Never again will we hear the birds sing, for the people milling about will frighten them, and there won't be anymore trees to nest in. No longer will we be bestowed upon the beauty of the rising sun, for the air is to polluted to see it. Never again will the brook flow, for it will be dammed up and used for tap water. We won't see the dew sparkle anymore, for there is no more grass to settle on. All the beauty of the earth will be transformed into barren wasteland. People will go outside and say, "My, what a beautiful gray the sky is, and isn't the cement coming up well?" No longer will the world have beauty, for it will be eaten up by buildings and smoke, that is, it will be eaten up if we don't save it. We will all need to be taught the beauty of nature and respect it, as the Native Americans did before us. We will need to fight our unclean and inhumane urges to make it better and modern. We will all need to work together to save the earth. For if we don't then our children will have nowhere to live and love.
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