The Sky In My Hometown
By toosix
@toosix (81)
May 21, 2011 3:02pm CST
When I was very young, the sky in my hometown was nice and beautiful,the sky was very blue, and the air was fresh. There were some birds singing, and there were many trees in the fields. I often played with my friends in the open air. I liked it.
Now the people are rich, but the sky in my hometown ism't blue. the tree were cut down, and there aren't many birds. And the air isn't fresher than before. The rubbish is put here and there, it was bad for our health . So wo must do something to protect the environment. If we make a contribution to protecting the environment, the sky will becomw much more beautiful.
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4 responses
@JodeneB (177)
• United States
22 May 11
we definitely need to stick together! we can make the smallest effort, but with more people, we can make a difference. some people just need to be educated...to open their eyes. we can recycle, plant flowers, trees. make it nice so the birds want to come back!
@whispers168 (768)
• United States
21 May 11
I agree we need to stand togeather and help save our beautiful environment before it is too late.
@salonga (27775)
• Philippines
15 Sep 11
How sad to note how the modernization has corrupted the beauty of our nature. Yes in most places where industrialization has taken place, the air is no longer fresh, no birds can ever be spotted because they have no more trees to built nests in and the clouds are no longer blue because the large establishments and factories are emitting dark smoke that cover the blue sky. How sad.
But I am glad that in my place I can still breathe fresh air, I can still hear the signing birds flying from one branches of my mango tree to the wide leaves of my coconut trees. I can still see the blue sky and the wonderful cloud formation that delights my eyes and my imagination.
@didi13 (2926)
• Romania
25 Jul 11
The sky- sometimes we look so impersonal! Sometimes, it seems so mysterious, deep, so full of meaning, the mystery ... Sometimes, I feel it is a candlestick that watches over me day and night, in other moments, it seems as pressing as a burden my shoulders. One thing is certain: we can perceive not only as a decorated canopy of clouds and the stars, no ... for me, the sky has a more intimate resonance: his image is reflected in the mirror of my soul;
sky separates me and also, paradoxically, almost ironically unites all beings, I loved my soul, is a bridge between here and there between now and then ...
That's why I owe so much of Sky ...
