Poems About the Environment
Soft whips from my arms, Standing tall and boughing low, I Mourn in the wind.
I gotta get out of here! This place, This room, 20 years of nowhere.
We are like humans Taking a stand Against the lumberjacks Who are taking our land.
I often took walks down the long, open road To savor and cherish the nature I saw
The day begins, at the base. Lomming above the majestic mountain, A glorified
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As the sun greets her face every morning, she say a prayer. A prayer ensuring her that she'll make it safely.
Lets get crazy, lets get loud it time to impress the screaming crowd show no weakness show no pride