Poems About the Environment
Water attracted to water, becoming more and more itself until the sky herself cannot hold the forces away.
Tonight I don't want to be seem by the moon. I prefer to wait until tomorrow and talk to the sun.
I walk into the class, Room nine
and all I see are boys behinds
I wish they would take school more serious
Miguel is eight years old walking to school
Every day he passes the pot head, crack dealer, and pill popper.
Soil is black, trees are brown.
What's new in town?
Smog fills your eyes.
Look, look at this beautiful sky.
Stop and Stare,
look around at all the trouble,
As we try and walk around as if we aren’t going through a struggle.
Golden air of mountain,The Trees glow with the sunset light,They sing their own goodnights. Though not a last goodbye,From stream to moun
In the desert lightning strikes,
An act deadly for the dry wild fields,
Under the brush a spark ignites,