Poems About the Environment
No such thing as nothing We are all made from something No such thing as nowhere Everywhere is somewhere
As The Days Go By, Children laugh and play, later grow up to run and hide away
The Mind. It is a very fragile thing, if yours is not sane, then you are an outcast.
These poems are a forest, Surrounding me with comfort.
Dear Future Self,
She displays a sense of wander while standing tall over her surrounding competiton Gold and brown surrounds the tree
Run forward While the wind pushes you back. Raise your hands toward the sky,
Use your Voice. Not a Gun. Education is the best opportunity my poverty-ridden eyes have seen.
We are the minority. They act as we can’t achieve The same things,