Great Green
Trees
By Harriet
Darley
While the sun shone up above, destruction
occurred down below. A man made machine approached the group of lush, green
trees. The man, whose intentions were not good, knocked one of the towering
plants over. A dreadful crash sounded as the animals ran desperately for their
lives. The screech of fleeing birds sounded miniscule to the wiring of engines.
While another great, green tree went down, a jaguar with its young, barely
bounded out the reach of death. The smell of petrol filled every gap, even the
skeletons of the bushes. The Orangutan swung desperately to safety. In the
middle of the chaos a fragile nest fell like a rock in water. It was
devastating.
Hi, my name is Hatty, I am frustrated that this
is happening to our planet. I am a ten year old girl. I wear glasses and I have
brown, shoulder length hair. Deforestation is one of many things that is
killing our planet at a rapid rate. Deforestation is the cutting of trees at a
large amount . One day I decided I would do something about it. So I got on my
magical dragon and flew to the Amazon rainforest (really, I just got a plane!)
Once I got there I saw a man controlling a giant
machine painted in a neon yellow. After seeing me he clambered down with an
annoyed look on his face, “hey what are you doing here?!” he snapped.
I took a step forward looking around at the
horrible destruction. Somewhere a crash sounded, making me jump.
“I’d like to tell you some reasons to consider
not cutting these trees down.” I said politely.
“Why would I stop cutting down trees?” he
laughed.
“Well when you chop a tree down it releases carbon
dioxide which contributes to climate change,” I said, trying to persuade him.
“Anyway I’ll never change my ways!” the man said
and with that he walked away.
Suddenly there was a hullabaloo, parrots darted
from the trees, tigers bounded from the edge of the forest. The animals of the
rainforest realised they could protect their homeland. I was surprised and
shocked when I saw the flurry of colours drop pebbles on the yellow machine.
Beetles threw dung on the newly painted machine. Slowly, sloths climbed onto
the windows of the machine. The man, red faced, ran away, hopefully never to
return again.
At that moment, parrots shot into the air like a
million fireworks. Tigers roared with relief. Once the animals had disappeared,
returning to their home, I returned to my home also.
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