Poems About the Environment
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
Forest floor, alone and free. Free to live as they have lived before.
How are we to be free when the color of our skin is stereotyped?
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
There's mystery in the depths of the sea. She is like a second home to me;
Sky Bright light Soothing, Calming, Relaxing Having no duties, Having no worries
Hello Daniel I could still remember the first time we met You were 5 and I was six
Why is there so many things that divide us Instead of things that unite us ?
it makes me cry to see the world this way and the mess that we made. from overpopulation, to polution.