Poems About the Environment

You step over the threshold of your front door, A little nose peaks through the crack of the door before you open it,
  It all begins with a single song Drifting, fluttering, singing along. The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
The sound of rain filled her insides while she sat and gawked at the sky a light gray that described her mind
  I am a wildflower. My seed was planted in the depths of tainted soil, left to prosper among a hollow meadow.
Life,  Life Brings Good and Bad The Happy and Sad But You Have To Keep Pushing
They talk to me. The decapitated heads are sprinkled around my feet.
   Seeing the tree, Touching its leaf, Feeling it's bark, Sensing it's heart.   Hearing the wind,
A spiral of roots       calms a             tortured soul—    one whose
Walk with me to find a clover, It times of sun and rain, Share with me your laughter,