Poems About the Environment
The Struggle to succes isnt an easy road
There will be alot of bumps, depression, sadness, and hell to pay
We struggle and reach for that which is ours,
to recover once again from a fated defeat.
Slippery rocks,
sharp rocks,
sound like shards
of glass
clinking together
as the dogs follow me
As I see the colors in the sky,
lighting up like the forth of July.
I see the wind pick up again,
When I sit lazily in my chair
Typing away at keys as they click
I hear others,
Mumble and chatter,