Poems About the Environment
There once was a land covered in green, With creatures who swam, and flew, and ran.
White as an snowflakes or maybe a snow cone. white is very plain, Simple as it can be.
Why do they make it so difficult, for me to say what I want, and what I believe in.
Often times, as we progress through life, we find ourselves at a crossroad between knowing and the abyss of not knowing.
The silence of night Power like Shaquel's height Whisper of a horizon Addictive like amazon.
As I sit on my couch and wait for the life of my phone battery to re generate I think.
It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy
I am the unborn child Who refuses to see the light Of days drenched in black clouds
I Am the Unborn Child I am the unborn child Who refuses to see the light Of days drenched in black clouds
Becoming Jasmine Greer Everything begins as a seed, a tiny spec of life,