My+poem

=Take action for water=

I can hear the wind rushing threugh the crowded buch.
= = I’m walking home from school though the crowded bush.

With leaves falling on the top of my head the leaves as soft as tissues.

Wail I walk though the crowded bush the trees turn red.

The light comes though trees like stars is the sky.

I look up into the sky I see the sun its like a ball of lava coming my way.

I look down I see the leaves on the ground all yellow and red like lava burning though forest.

By Scott.