Amazing Kids! Magazine

Trees for Money

By Amy Shin, age 12, Hong Kong

 

Flaming red, amber, violet, and saffron glisten in the morning sunlight
As I wake up to the voice of woodpeckers and the tits
Singing sweetly from the branches.
Covering the steep mountain slopes of the Seorak Mountain,
Oak and deciduous trees swing in the morning wind.
While woodpeckers and the tits sing sweetly from the branches,
I feel safe, content, fulfilled.

I wake up to the noise of an ax striking down trees.
Twak, thump, thud.
One by one, flaming red, amber, violet, and saffron
Fall to the ground, sinking into the mud.
Tears overfill my eyes as the birds fly away.
Clenching my fists, I run towards the workers.
I ask, “Why are you doing this to my trees?”
They laugh and point towards me,
Saying, “Kkoma ya! oppaga namu lul yeeyonghe zhongyilul mandul goya
I feel utter disgust.
How can one destroy Mother Nature just for money?

I cry for the trees at the top of my voice:
The flaming red, amber, violet, and saffron
That no longer glisten in the morning sunlight.

kkoma ya! oppaga namu lul yeeyonghe zhongyilul mandul goya: Little kid, I’m going to use the trees to make paper!