WetLands Writing Entry

" ...trucks everywhere. the entire wetland was distroyed. We could not find a space where nature whas conserved, only one. A tall brown tree, where all the animals lived. The smell on the air near that tree was the worst smell you could ever breath. But the tree meant something, hope. That was the last tree, and it meant hope. Hope for let you see that it was not the end, we had hope that the wetland could be restored to his beautyness if we stop destroyng wetlands..."

     Esteban Rodriguez