By Ava Garcia
The lightning was persisting,
The storm, its right-hand man, never resisting
Thunder was tired of being ignored
So with a clash, roar,and a rumble, it fired up its fighting chord
The oceans
South and North, bickeredabout their different notions
The forest was making its mark
For the firefliesshoneway too brightly in the dark
The birdsbecame faster than light
Building up quite a fight
Like the echo of a child
Everything became seeminglywild
Beauty battlesbravely, but barbarously
So with a kisshello, welcome The Fight of the Planet