Something, that a young boy of 14 years wrote for a school project... for a contest pertaining to "FIGHT GLOBAL WARMING" ...

"smoke doesn't rise up in clouds these days

clouds get their shape with smoke

all they did and will do

is talks those nothing evoke

water doesn't give birth to rain these days

rain tastes its supper from acid

all they did and will do

is think over and stay placid

air doesn't make the leaves sway these days

leaves fly only in falls' wither

all they did and will do

is cut and plant neither

all they did and will do

is pray to the Ra, for what it has been

be it with lives of own and all

they'll only glisten the fireball's sheen"

Found this piece amidst one of those torn, stale, forgotten notebooks... And, actually I did not find this funny (which I usually feel looking at my childhood scribblings lately)... In stead, felt a little proud, I must admit... :)