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“How lovely our world could be!” a river dreams- Story by 9 year old Anisha from Wolverhampton, UK

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Hey everyone, Sara here! Here is a beautiful story by 9 year old Anisha from Wolverhampton, UK on  what nature holds for us, if we decide not to ruin it.

 

We are grateful to Little Writers Studio for sharing both the write up as well as the beautiful painting by Sapna, a brilliant Madhubani artist.

“How lovely our world could be!” a river dreams- Story by 9 year old Anisha from Wolverhampton, UK

I miss those times.

 

The times where everything was good.

The beauty of nature, even in the darkest spirits.

The curiosity of life.

Now it has all vanished from this world of harm and violence. Peace has  slipped from reach and stands, confused in the middle of the most ferocious storm.

 

I would love to flow with that memory once again, feel my passion once more, be who I was, for the very last time. I was happy there always. Oh, how your  buildings had to take over our innocent creations and bring us down to puddles of filth. I stare up at the stars every night, dreaming about my past…

 

I was flowing through a meadow, feeling the fiery rays of light brighten up my  ripples of water. I felt the lily pads swaying gently, enjoying their morning float. Fish danced around and played in my waters as we raced together towards the mountains. We swam in forests, where we saw bees, butterflies, birds. Sometimes even some wolves and bears! On mountains, we mostly saw owls and if we were lucky in winter, even some snow leopards! In the meadows, there were foxes, bunnies, squirrels and horses. On the rocky cliffs, we leapt  off the crooked edge to create an elegant waterfall. Then we started the  journey again in the evening.

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We never got bored of it.

 

On one of our late evening walks, we noticed some mischievous-looking things huddled together on a rock. They are now known as “humans.”  We weren’t  bothered, as long as they didn’t interfere with us.

 

But obviously, life isn’t that easy.

 

I was chatting with a tree when it happened. We were joking and playing about, feeling free to giggle and gurgle. I was showing the tree what I could do,  spraying water in the air and throwing myself up. I splashed the tree, a few  times but then he let out an almighty roar of pain. The tree fell down collapsing on me, so I threw myself out of reach. Behind it stood a human. All my bubbles disappeared. The human bent over and picked up the fallen tree and stomped off. I stared. Shocked at this unexpected gesture.

 

That wasn’t all they took. Tree after tree. Soon, all that was left were stumps. My heart juddered to a halt and shredded into tiny pieces.

 

A day later, they were sticking their feet in me and stealing my water. It was outrageous! In around five years they were building towers, houses, shops, cars, bikes, computers and these absurd flying things.

 

There was polluted air, surrounding the last of us and most of us couldn’t make it.

 

Whenever children came by, I desperately tried to tell them to stop this chaos and be at peace with nature but no one ever listened. They didn’t understand. They are nothing but rampaging little beasts.

 

Sometime you can help nature and see how lovely our world could be.

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One Reply to ““How lovely our world could be!” a river dreams- Story by 9 year old Anisha from Wolverhampton, UK”

  • Dibyasree

    This ia an exceptionally articulated piece of writing…what maturity…what sensitivity…if only we adults could think like this…
    Excellent work child

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