Beautiful maple trees.Little flowers brush against my knees.The sun is shining bright as an LED light,And fluffy clouds are in sight.

My raven-black hair billows in the wind,The strands of hair tickling my chin.

As I stand there, I notice the rough treesAnd shiny green leaves.

But I also spotBig aluminum cansAnd plastic bags.

As I stand motionless,I wonder,Are we doing enough to show the Earth our love?