Our Planet

I stepped outside and inhaled the warm summer air as I glanced around my neighborhood. The grass on the people's yards was greener than you could ever imagine. I noticed how the flowers were in perfect places around the yard- enough to get your attention. I started to walk down the narrow street, which was a narrow strip of gravel. I kicked the rocks as I walked along, admiring the fact that they bounced fifty feet with every kick. Then, I came across something I had never noticed before. There was a house the size of a peanut with flowers that were sticks with wet leaves dangling from the top. The barley there grass was yellow and unhealthy. If I had the gumption, I would have knocked on his door and told him to clean it up and make it look like it was alive. I walked away, thinking how someone could leave their yard looking like his does.