Poems About the Environment

There are green trees but buildings right beside them  There is wind but buildings blocking it 
There was a wood by my house you and I used to meet at. We would wait until the warmth of the glowing sun had gone
We met under the white gazebo fair, The wind blowing north up the sunlit shore
Jumping into the year with exectations so high Played football but got out because my school work was too severe 
I came across the lake Once beautiful and shining, Now only to see That beauty is now dying.
Self Destruction by Nestor G. Mendoza
To the daughters of our world: Brains lasts longer than beauty. It is not a crime to be beautiful
Love is a Rose red wildfire, which many people yearn. But, can leave you severely burned.
August Forster 11/10/16 Do or Die   Open heart, do or die?
You look at me as if I am inhumane You ponder your thoughts on why I am of use to you