a new plant's autobiography
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A NEW PLANTS AUTOBIOGRAPHY...
Hello I am a plant. I give fresh air to all animals. I am green in color and have flowers. But...I am sad because all my companions died. They died because of those greedy human beings! I am so sad they are so greedy. They cut us and hurt our body. Ok ok I know that they use us as timber...but can't they plant new trees so that we might not get extinct. We provide them so much things.
Sometimes I think that how will the humans survive if we got extinct! We control pollution, we recharge underground water but only few good people have ever tried to protect us.
I don't know when will I die. I have seen that after death plants are taken to factories and made into chairs tables and other furniture..
They collect fruits from us. How will they do without us?? Don't they miss our juicy fruit.
Whoever sees this I beg you please protect us. Think of a world without us.. Don't be greedy don't be selfish please protect us...
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A NEW PLANTS AUTOBIOGRAPHY...
We all see dreams and set goals, but not all of them come true. The important thing is how we react to those failures.
I was planted deep inside
And the soilants looked at me wide-eyed
So many stares made me mortified
Closed my eyes and turned on my side
The night passed without a sound
To silence it was closely bound
Strength and confidence had to be found
A seed I was still to be crowned
Water was very sweet and fine
Nutrients became good friends of mine
Small sprouts on me were a good sign
Grew with the dream to hold the skyline
The days flew by noticed by none
I prayed but only to the sun
Great aspirations had begun
To feel the clouds, and be the one
Nothing unusual was felt that night
Though the morning came surprisingly bright
And when the leaves opened my eyes of light
I experienced the most beautiful sight
I was growing in the centre of a village
The enormity of which I couldn’t manage
I was completely unaware of their language
But I had to bloom green and maintain my image
It was not as grand as it could have been in Paris
But growing up was still complete joy and bliss
My new body accelerated the rate of synthesis
And children always came to give me the goodnight kiss
The first branch was a sight of thrill
On which first sat a spoonbill
Suddenly one night came unbearable wind and chill
And the road to survival seemed all uphill
I froze overnight, covered in ice
The innocent children made a slice
They inevitably had to pay the price
For this was my ticket to paradise
I wailed with my last breath
As this was the most unforeseen death
And all that was left was to reflect upon the days that had passed
Am I dreaming a lot?’, why had I not asked
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