Arabella Carmona

School: Shawlands Academy, Glasgow



Sprouting out of a cave of fresh, vibrant green leaves and moss-bathed trunks, he shone with the sun. He filled the air with a crisp, dazzling sensation from his strange presence. The bright plants bloomed at his soft touch, creating a field of vast greens, but there was something off today. His flowing hair a crazed green wildfire and his skin rich, like earthy soil. A tangle of deep green vines coated his skin like a coat. He was certainly not a normal child with his wild emerald and gold eyes. He emitted a radiant glow like no other.

He greeted all the towers of bark around him, talking to each and every one of them. When he gave his crooked, toothy smile to the lustrous trees, they sang him the tune of the wild as a greeting with a deep silk-filled voice.

“Hello Boy, how are you today, my dear?” the Grand Tree sang, feigning happiness. Her leaves were a vivid orange like the sunset and her thick branches were almost bare. She was the tallest of all trees and certainly the most wise. Her impressive knowledge of everything dazzled young Boy.

“It's not the best of days, is it, Grand Tree? It is strangely warm for this type of weather. The bleak sky is crying and the clouds are starting to rumble. Are they perhaps hungry?” Boy asked in a concerned, childlike tone as the water droplets were still spilling from the sky like autumn leaves falling from the chilly trees. His smile wasn't so bright and his eyes were flooding with despair. Boy never liked the gloomy days where the grey clouds were shields, blocking the sun's refreshing rays of light. He never enjoyed the dull monotone sky and its depressing aura.

“Ah yes, but there is no need to fear. The sun shall shine on us very soon and there shall be clear blue skies,” the Grand Tree lied, making an attempt to comfort the troubled child. The rain was eventually going to stop, but there was something far worse happening that the little child couldn't imagine. Out of the blue she said, “I must go at once to discuss several matters with the animals my child, farewell. Please look after the new plants and make sure to give them a warm welcome.” She waved, swinging her mighty branch and scurried quickly away.

 Boy didn't dare question her abruptness, but he knew there was something she was protecting him from. It was very peculiar, the Grand Tree wouldn't usually keep secrets from Boy, but he simply didn't care. He was too fizzed up with excitement to speak to the new plants. Boy was always buzzing around with excitement, ready to pop whenever the new plants burst suddenly like a balloon from the comforting soil. He crawled over to the freshly bloomed patch of the once various plants ranging from aromatic flowers to dangerously sharp cacti. Unfortunately, something was dreadfully wrong.

 Brown and black were splattered on the tips of all the new plants like paint, coating the corpses of the plants in a tight embrace of mysterious death. All the brief life the blooming plants once had was gone like a faint summer breeze. It was a horrific sight for Boy as he stared at the massacre with confusion whirling through his mind. He couldn't think properly with all the rotting green corpses surrounding him like a pointy fence of decay. Instead of just sitting there woefully mourning he got back up onto his dirt-covered bare feet and began to run.

He was a lion roaring through the raindrops searching and pleading for someone to help. He quickly dashed over the stones and rocks on the dirt, making sure he didn't trip and fall. Soon after a few minutes of endless sprinting he heard the distant moans of burning anger. It was the furious screeching chants of several animals and Grand Tree’s strong silhouette was there in the midst of the chaos. The aggressive noise was unbearable, it was almost deafening.

 “Why have the humans done this to our planet? We will now have to suffer the consequences of their actions!” a black-striped tiger cried with anguish as the other animals hung their heads in dismay. The once flamboyant, chirpy birds started wailing waterfalls of tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Soon the rest of the creatures joined in. It was an upsetting symphony of shaky hiccups and intense sobs.

 “What's wrong? Why are you all crying?” Boy yelled. His voice shook with disgusting guilt rotting in his stomach.

“I'm sorry Boy, but our precious Earth is dying and so are we,” Grand Tree whispered with a slight tremble in her snail-like, slow voice. “Can't you hear the Earth’s cries? Can't you taste the flesh of the rotting polar bears in the water? Can't you feel the heat increasing every day?” Even the flowers sighed with bitter sadness.

“Nature is dying and so many of our kind are becoming extinct just because of the humans’ doings.” She broke down, bursting into an explosion of salty tears.

“Is this why all the new plants are dead? This can't be the end, surely we can do something, we have to do something!” The sheer desperation in Boy’s voice was apparent. He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms until blood spewed out. He was burning like a fire, his fury was dangerously hot. “I don't want you all to die,” he choked, holding back the waves.

“It's too late Boy. We can't avoid it now,” she woefully murmured.


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