Nature, Nature

by Kira Pelletier (age 9)

LONDON GROVE--A mysterious poem about nature has been unearthed. Read it for yourself:

Hidden beneath the wiry grass,
Soaked in sunlight, golden brass,
Tunnels down to mystic mirth,
Tunnels down to Mother Earth.

Cherry blossoms pay a visit,
She says, ‘How lovely, how exquisite!’
To apple bud’s facial looks,
‘You can’t find that smooth face in books!’

She can cure creature depressions
By sympathy and kind expressions,
With the help of walnut pills
For colds and wounds and constant chills.

But tell me something, if you may,
Who, of all people, who will pay?
For every service has a price
Whether it is harsh or nice.

Yes, my people it is true,
All of us including YOU!!!