I looked up into the azure skies-
The bright yellow sun,
Sunrays peeled through the canopies
As the dew glistened like pearls.
I felt a gentle breeze hug my face
And smelled the sweet scent of buttercups.
Rustling leaves, bright green,
Soft, wet grass.
Yes, there was green all around.
I looked down the little bridge-
A beautiful babbling brook,
gushing down the slope,
Foaming around pebbles,
Water as clear as crystal.
Somewhere down the slope,
Where it met the creek
Something felt out of place-
A polythene bag.
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