Poems About the Environment
Up comes the sun, up comes the sun, down goes the grimm, down with the grimm. The birds awake me almost like they shake me.
Listen
I can see the future at hand,
As time passes through grains of sand,
The generation is growing,
Suprised I've gotten this far. Sometimes where you live is not how you'll turn out, but how you'll grow to be better.
The sky shoots bright yellow rays
I'd like to be apart of the blue some days
The birds enjoy soaring up and through