Poems About the Environment

it makes me cry to see the world this way  and the mess that we made. from overpopulation, to polution.
A.    For America, the great country, we live in B.    For Beautiful and spacious skies
Up, Up, Up in the sky A newborn bird flies Flies to search the world Which he had become apart  
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around
Remember back to how rules and laws are made to be fair?
The Big Apple By: Richard Le   Swishing and swaying trees,
The Nation of Dreams The Nation that Gleams
The environment, it is our sacred right; We live it, we breathe it, but we don’t acknowledge its might.
Misused words Twist and turns Living in the fire of earth Heating up the evaporated blood

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