Poems About the Environment
I become absent minded of the speed
Creeping on the clouds
They pour on my dome, only to dilate
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demis
I got focus on my craft just to make a difference
Sure it's all authentic when i make a sentence
Giving Mother Earth A Chance
Mother Earth, our little blue planet, our home