Poems About the Environment

Brooklyn, Brooklyn you made me
Brooklyn, Brooklyn you made me, the way that I act the wjhole world can see.
Summertime Fresh Air
Everything gets warm.The flowers turn into fruit.During the chill time. 
A Brighter Tomorrow
Sunlight shines the trees. Every bee is wide awake.A new today starts.
Your skill is
Your skill is  to throw a little  dust of love   into  the  deep well,
A beacon to cut Emissions
In a world warming, change is our decree, For carbon's grip, we must set free. Actions we take, the path to renew,
CAMERA..LENS..CLICK
I gazed The African panaroma Distant Cherangani hills, sleeping
Your skill is to throw a little dust of love into the deep well
Your skill is  to throw a little  dust of love   into  the  deep well,
Rationing The Strawberries
ration the strawberries and only eat two
ME, MYSELF AND THE FOUR WALLS
How did I get in between the walls Four walls without a door Was I dropped? The room brimmed with darkness
Spring is coming
Spring is coming By Juno Byron Spring is near! Near yo'r wise eyes 'nd ear Earth shall birth thee tree

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