The
Little Ones
By
Tenzing Dolkar 7A
It’s
sunny out there, ponds are drying.
And
the little tadpoles are in fear.
Moving
and jumping, waiting for the rain.
Poor!
I feel so sad, for them it’s too bad.
Nowhere
left to go, how helpless we are too.
Lastly,
poor little ones are going to die.
Being
the part of the Earth’s pie.
For
them the world seems dark.
Though
everywhere around is bright and green.
Is
there anything that we can do?
Do
they have to be in water?
Can
no one invent anything?
For
these dying poor little ones!
