Poems About the Environment
This child is no longer a child, discarded in a toxic environment. This is the age of anxiety.
Just say Say it already Why should we have to choose You Me We are not a label
The grass covered with fallen leaves Hearing their crunch when stomped on Trees free to sway in the breeze
The walk that made my face shack with happy in the eyes of children playing
Day is not day without shadows.
I awake to the sound of the birds chirping, My eyes are gently opening as I hear the nature singing,
Zippers, Yes, they're the cause to my pain, The reason why my backpack broke brfore lunch.
I wish that I could speak That the faces around me Supportive in name and in cause
Michael: My thoughts float like garbage in a sewer and cluster.
¡Bienvenidos al ardiente lirio!¡Que surreal! ¡Que genial!