When I am bored, she sends cheetahs
so we can race.
When I am cold,
she wraps me all around with vines and leaves.
Whenever I am hungry,
she drops apples all around me,
or when I’m injured,
she grows medical herbs to heal me.
When I want to get refreshed,
she uses her long leaves and flaps them back and forth.
The wildlife is my mother,
my beautiful mother.
By Alexandro, 4th grade