I see the nursery (苗圃). It is like a sea of green. There are lots of trees and a big vegetable garden. I walk inside the gate. It is quiet here, and it smells so good. A voice says, “Welcome! I see you at school today.” I turn around to see the person. She comes to talk to my class today. “Welcome,” she says, holds out (伸出) her hand. “I am Makena.” “I’m Kemzie,” I say. At the back of the nursery, people are putting small trees into bags. One of them is my friend, Anne. We help put the trees on the back of a truck. Makena comes and gives us some drinks and bananas. We sit down. “When I first come here,” says Makena, “there is nothing, just dirt (泥土). We make a dam (大坝) and there’s a lot of water now, then we make a small nursery and grow our first trees.” Makena says again. “Years ago, this country is very green. But people start to cut down trees to make way for farms, and soon it becomes a dry, dusty (有灰尘的) place. People don’t understand how much we need the trees.”