My Great Journey

My imagination took me on a journey

A journey to a place where blue rivers and creeks were running

Where green trees and plants were growing

Where the birds were always singing

Where the sun was always shining

Where the moon and stars were glowing

Where the animals were hiding from dying

They were hiding from dying to avoid extinction

Extinction means no longer in existence

Some animals, we kill them for their horns

Whether grown-ups or newborns

Some others are killed to be used for decorations

At homes, shops, and public places

And some are put in zoos because they were taken from their nation