I was born high in the hills,
Where my life had just begun.
I walked through forests,
As I was singing songs.
I tumbled over stones,
People scooped their hands into my skin.
The forest’s trees were a turtle’s shell.
Finally I have reached my destination,
One, two three!
Like a dripping tap, I zoomed down my slide.
As I zoomed down I Laughed and gurgled.
The wind on my skin made me shiver.
I wore leaves from the trees like medals.
I thought to myself “I wish my life wil never end.”
As I slowed down.
Insects settled on my skin to drink.
I became a mirror,
Not one bag of rubbish in sight.
I hoped my life would stay like this.
But sweet time had gone.
Slowly rubbish started to fill me,
Making it harder to breathe.
Someone come and help me please!
I waited days but no one arrived.
Like a snail I turned into a sloppy mess.
I started to fade away.
Today you won’t find a drop of me left.
All I wanted was to stay clear and free, But no.
Children come and find me and see what people have done.
By Amber from Year 5 of Andover C of E
