Poems About the Environment

If there’s one thing that makes me cry It’s seeing the cold tears from my mother’s eyes
Beauty is there, for everyone to see, But people now a days seem to be blind.
When I hear music, I head record players and old cassettes.
I woke up early in the morning When I looked out the view was boring All I saw was old homes and grey cement
Exotic colors Stretch through empty atmosphere Weaving energy  
I once was A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare
Cigarette Tempting, addicting Abandoned, burned out  Won't give up though Drug   Ladybug
Ferrari's are red,
Bang Bang Gun shot noises heard from blocks away 

In darkness they fly Wind carries them swiftly forward Flowers in the night.

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