Poems About the Environment
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,
I woke to a cloudless blue sky, to towering redwood trees
To fluttering avian creatures basking in the warm sun’s embrace.
You wake up, eat, drive to work, drive home, sleep- repeat.
What is this?
Am I truly happy?
Under the cold salty ocean
Bright scaley fish are plunging against the west wind drfit
I seek adventure
I know not where I go
I'm not an extremist for
I dare not go there